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maraschinomerry · 1 year

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Distracted

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

Summary: Locked in a room with the boy who has the relic you've been hunting, you try whatever you can to get it back.

Content: fight scene, flirting and making out, a bit suggestive but nothing explicit

A/N: requested by @superpositvecloudshipper - hope you like it! Also can you tell it's my day off with the way this is my third fic in less than 12 hours lol

Word count: 1.9k

As yet another auction came to an abrupt end, the crowded room filling with screams and alarms, Lockwood began to wonder if he was developing a track record.

He was there for a book, written at the very beginning of the Problem, which George insisted would be invaluable in the case they'd just accepted and which DEPRAC were determined to put into secure storage. Nobody had seen it for years, but a week ago it had been listed as the star item at Fothergills Auction House. It wasn't anything as serious as the Bone Glass, but the team had still had to blag their way into the auction with a pocket of tricks each and an unofficial nod from Barnes to do whatever was necessary to prevent the book from winding up on the black market.

So it was that Lockwood found himself surging through the throng of panicked auction-goers, scrambling to escape Lucy's recently detonated smoke bomb. He could barely see through the mass of bodies, made worse by the cloud of dark grey fumes and the pulsing red light of the alarm system. It was only a matter of time before the sprinklers activated. He had to get the book before then.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted an unusual movement - another figure fighting against the tide of bodies. Probably a relic man with more greed than sense, but at least they'd thought to put their hood up and draw a scarf across their mouth to protect against the smoke. Lockwood pressed forward with increasing urgency.

He reached the podium seconds before the mysterious figure, snatching the book and giving in to the urge to throw his pursuer a triumphant grin. They swore, drowned out by the alarm as it shifted in pitch to indicate the activation of the water sprinklers. Lockwood tucked the book into his coat and bolted for the nearest door, the other person hot on his heels.

Overhead, an automated voice alternated with the alarms.

"Defence alert. Room cleared. Initiating lockdown procedure."

Oh no.

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You forced your way through the crowd, eyes trained on the book. It would fetch you a pretty penny and give you an advantage over a group of relic men who were giving you grief. As you reached the podium, you stumbled to a halt at the sight of a scrawny dark-haired boy clutching the book. Your book. You scowled, expression deepening as he gave you a bright victory smirk. Well, that was that. No way were you letting him leave here without getting the book. As he sprinted for the door on the left, you followed.

Too late, you realised the door the boy ahead had chosen was not the one for the offices, but for a storage cupboard which would usually have held the items for auction but now was almost bare. Too late, you noticed there were no other doors or windows, just the one that had now sealed behind you.

"I swear," he growled, hand on his rapier, "don’t come any closer. There's nowhere to go and I've fought enough relic men that if you want to get out of here alive you'll keep your distance."

You scoffed, a higher sound than Lockwood was expecting.

"Excuse you, relic man? Presumptuous much?" As you spoke, your scarf shifted to reveal plump red lips, and in one smooth movement you tugged down your hood, scooping the mane of windswept hair it concealed into a messy ponytail.

Lockwood froze for a second before switching on his trademark charisma. No sense in making enemies straight away, besides the more he looked the more he realised there was little room to use his rapier without risking self-injury.

"I meant no offence, I thought Flo Bones was the only relic woman."

You'd heard of Flo, of course, but didn't run in the same circles. She was a one-man, well, one-woman band, except for whoever this guy was it seemed. You tended to keep to yourself, but occasionally took advantage of the more simpering relic men who were so desperate for a woman to look their way that they'd give you anything, making you the leather-clad rogue to Flo's knitted outcast.

"Easy mistake to make, darling, but it won't happen again." You returned his charm with your own, thinly veiling the threat behind your words. "Just give me the book and we can both go on our merry ways."

"I don't think so." He dropped the act in a flash, gripping the book.

Your scowl returned. "Fine. That door's not budging, so I've got time to change your mind."

Without warning, you lunged, catching him off-guard enough that he almost lost his footing. To your dismay, he recovered quickly, pushing you back to give him time to adopt a defensive stance. He was trained, then. Probably from agent work, judging by the rapier. By the book, though. Time to see if he fought dirty.

A scroll of paper was about the only thing left on the shelf beside you, but it would have to do. With a grunt, you tossed it past his shoulder, and as he watched it sail past (no doubt questioning your aim, as you'd planned), you used his distraction to slip closer and force him backwards into a shelf. He cried out as the metal bit into his back and for a moment you hesitated. The boy was only young, he looked about your age, and he wasn't bad looking at that. You could have been in his place in another life, or he in yours. Or both of you on the same team, fighting off some other scoundrel. Unknowingly, you eased off the pressure on his shoulders.

Big mistake.

Lockwood shoved you once more, finally deciding to bring the fight to him and reaching for his rapier. You couldn't allow that, but you were running out of ideas. So you did the only thing you could think of: whipped off your jacket and hurled it directly at his face. The boy was quick, though, you had to give him credit, as he batted it away like a pesky fly. Suddenly he was in your space, hands locking around your now bare wrists and foot snaking out to knock your feet from under you. You fell, unable to stop yourself, but with his grip still on you he lowered you almost gently to the floor, arms pinned above your head and his weight straddling your thighs to keep you from lashing out. He did fight dirty. Interesting.

Your breath was heavy, both from the fight and from finding yourself in such close quarters with the young man. With nowhere to turn, you finally got a proper look at your rival. His dark eyes were trained on you, filled with a mixture of anger, respect and something else. His previously coiffed hair now fell haphazardly across his forehead, and his face was flushed. Still had that insufferable smirk, though.

"I think," you paused to catch your breath, "we got off on the wrong foot. Care to start again?" Your hands were still pinned, hanging loosely against the cold stone floor, but you brought one up in as close to a handshake as circumstances would allow. He didn't take it.

"Who are you?" he asked bluntly.

"Does it matter?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"What you want with the book."

"Let's call it personal insurance."

"I see."

"Do you, darling?" You'd met his type before - rich, cocky, scornful of anyone who'd fallen into the relic hunter lifestyle to keep themselves alive. Then again, he seemed to know that other girl Flo well enough, and he hadn't given any indication he disliked you beyond having the same target, and really it was very hard to form any other opinions of him when his pelvis was practically on top of yours.

He leaned a little closer, pressing your wrists more. "I'm not your darling, darling." The last word came out low and husky, and you resisted the urge to squirm beneath him. It wouldn't do to give him any more of an upper hand just yet, not that there was much more he could get.

"You could be, if you wanted, the position you're in." You'd been watching him through your lashes, but with those words you allowed your gaze to slide down to his lips as your own parted slightly.

Lockwood took the hint.

His kiss was passionate, almost frantic, and you returned it equally. To get low enough to reach your lips, his hips had bucked into yours, and as you gasped at the sensation his tongue darted in. He tasted like bergamot tea. One hand never left where he was keeping you pinned, but the other came round to support the small of your back as you arched into him. Eventually (it took him long enough, distracted as he was when you dragged your teeth across his lower lip), he realised he was supporting all his weight on your wrists, and he propped himself on his other hand and let go. With this newfound freedom, you pushed yourself off the ground, leaning into him until he was sitting back on his feet, your legs still under him but torsos upright and pressed together.

Now on a more even playing field, you were able to have a bit more fun. Not that you were going to complain about the original position, to be fair. It had certainly made things interesting. In the back of your mind you registered that the sirens outside had stopped, but you still had time to kill.

You slid your hands up his chest to the collar of his coat, sliding it down until it gathered around his remarkably firm biceps, then loosened his tie. All the while, your lips never left his, kissing him hungrily. He responded by reaching up and removing the tie from your hair. One hand travelled back down to your waist, the other twisted into your hair with a playful tug. You gasped against his mouth again, tugging his tie which brought him up off his heels. The pressure eased from your legs, and in one swift movement you pulled them through the gap.

As your legs disappeared from under him, Lockwood found himself leaning back with you taking position above. Your hair cascaded around your face, tickling his ears, and he broke the kiss for breath and to stare up at you in wonder. His hand left your hair to support himself, but you adjusted to balance yourself so your hands could slide into his coat and around his waist.

"Well, that's certainly not how I expected this auction to end, but I can't say I'm disappointed," he chuckled.

"Me neither." Behind you the door hissed as the automatic lock disengaged. Abruptly, Lockwood felt your hands retract from within his coat and he dropped painfully onto his elbows. You stood, brushing yourself off and retrieving your jacket, which you slung over your shoulder. At the same time as Lockwood realised his coat felt significantly lighter, he noticed the book tucked under your arm.

"This has been fun, we should do it again some time," you said with a wink as you stepped through the door.

Lockwood scrambled to his feet. By the time he made it to the doorway, the auction room was empty. You'd gone, and so had the book.

He didn't know which he was more disappointed about.

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shameaboutthedilettantism · 2 years

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So I Wait for You Chapter One

written for Kataang Week 2022 hosted by @kataang-week

Day 1 Prompt: Admiration

When she realized she was staring out the window again rather than reading, Katara slammed her biochemistry book closed and banged her head onto its humorless cover. Once. Twice. And a third time for good measure. She sat back up and glared at it. How in Tui's name was she supposed to grasp all of amino acid metabolism and nucleotide metabolism in one lecture? The supplemental reading would help but only if she could keep her focus on it rather than the open window.

Through the screen she could see a small square of blue sky. It beckoned to her. You don't want to be trapped in that stuffy room it whispered. The breeze is warm and there are clouds, water longing to break free. Come play with it!

“Breaks! You need breaks.” her beleaguered brain reminded her. “You can't focus because you've been reading about transamination reactions and ketoacidosis for four hours.”

She opened her desk drawer to free her phone from its banishment. She could study more effectively when the temptation to look at every incoming text was eliminated, so in the drawer the phone went when serious study beckoned. As she lifted it, the screen lit up, and the lock screen image made a lump rise in her throat. In it, she and Aang stood side by side and hand in hand, her small smile outshone by his wide, lopsided grin. Both his front teeth were missing and her lips were sealed tight to conceal the gaps in her teeth. She gazed at their carefree younger selves and wished he weren't so far away.

Katara traced a reverent fingertip across the picture of his sweet face and was frustrated when her phone unlocked and the picture whooshed away. Frowning, she opened her photos and scrolled through her Aang album. A smile stole across her face and the warmth that spread through her chest melted the lump in her throat. Maybe she'd log into Discord and see if he was around instead of playing some mindless game during her study break.

A few flicks and she had the app open. When she tapped the icon for the Harmony Bending Academy Grads server she was delighted to see Flying By Son listed as “Online.” She selected his name and sent a brief message.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:46 PM

Worst thing that happened to you today?

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:47 PM

Blew off my professor's toupee when I airbent my assignment to his desk.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:47 PM

Ouch. Fell asleep on the bus home from campus. Best thing?

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:48 PM

My best friend messaged me on Discord

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:48 PM

LOL same.

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:49 PM

I was just thinking about you, too. Remember the day we met?

Katara smiled softly. That had been one of the best days of her life and she could recall every moment of it, could remember the smells of new Republic City on the gentle breeze and how the sun felt on her skin. And, most of all, she could remember Aang, how effortlessly charming he'd been and how instantly they'd connected.

-0-0-0-

“Will you go penguin sledding with me?”

Katara was busy building a sand castle, relishing the interesting, crumbly texture of the sand under her legs. But she looked up at the unexpected question. A little boy with shaggy black hair and big gray eyes stood on the edge of the sandbox, balanced carelessly on the narrow ledge surrounding it. He had the most adorable smile she'd ever seen. It tilted up higher on one side and radiated warmth and good humor. Her mama had told her to be careful of strangers, but surely she didn't mean other little kids, right? Something about this boy was so entirely trustworthy and appealing that she decided the admonition couldn't possibly apply.

Hesitantly, she smiled and said “o-okay.” Then she looked around, making sure she could see Mama.

There she was, sitting on a bench at the edge of the playground, talking to a bald man with a long mustache and unusual blue tattoos on his head and arms. The man gestured toward them and her mama smiled and waved. All right, the boy must be okay if Mama wasn't warning her off.

Katara turned back to him. “I'm Katara and I'm 6. What's your name?”

Smile widening, the boy answered “I'm Aang. I'm 5.”

His crooked smile spread into a rather dazzling grin as he held out his hand toward her. “Penguin sledding?”

Katara had no idea what penguin sledding was, but the boy seemed very excited by the idea. With a decisive nod, she decided to let him lead the way. She slid her hand into his and was surprised by his firm grasp. Aang drew her away from the sandbox and toward the other end of the playscape.

He stopped abruptly in front of the biggest slide, the one she had never tried because it was so tall. It was even taller than Papa. She only went on big slides if her papa could hold her hand as she went down. But on this particular slide he couldn't reach high enough to hold onto her. She had never noticed before that the walls of the playscape were decorated with otterpenguins. The black and white birds climbed up the side of the handrail along the ladder and slid down the edges of the slide riding tiny sleds. It suddenly crystallized for her that the entire playscape was made to look like a scene from the south pole during the cold months, its chutes and steps all icy shades of blue and white.

She grinned delightedly at her companion. “This looks like home! I'm from the South Pole, but we came here because Papa's a dip-lo-mac.” She pronounced the newly acquired vocabulary uncertainly.

Aang giggled and responded “So is my Gyatso.” He hauled her toward the ladder. “Come on.”

Aang dropped her hand when they reached the playscape. He climbed the ladder quickly, barely touching one rung before he launched himself to the next. Katara looked on in wonder at his bravery. He wasn't as old or as big as her, but he scaled that height as easily and carelessly as she climbed into her bed.

Aang leaned over the edge of the high platform. “Come on, Katara!”

She closed her eyes briefly, his proximity to the steep drop making her palms prickle. But his comfort with the height eventually reassured her. Katara took a deep breath and set a foot onto the ladder. Carefully she focused only on each rung as she grasped it and pulled herself up. When she reached the top Aang grabbed her hand again and nearly blinded her with his bright smile.

“Look,” Aang pointed back toward the bench where her mama had been. “Gyatso and that lady—is that your mom?--look so tiny down there!”

He waved vigorously to the adults. Stomach swooping, Katara glanced down and saw that Mama was standing up. Her arms were folded across her tummy just like she did when Sokka showed off what he could do with his boomerang. Katara waved hesitantly. Gyatso leaned toward Mama and told her something. With a small smile Mama relaxed, dropping her hands to her sides,. She waved back at Katara slightly, just a small twitch of her fingertips.

Resolutely Katara faced Aang again. “I haven't ever been up here before. Do we go down the slide now?”

He nodded solemnly. “Are you scared? It's pretty tall. I'm an airbender, so heights are no problem for me, but Gyatso says sometimes other people are scared of being up high.”

Katara bit her lip as she thought about how to answer. She didn't want to seem like a scaredy-polarcat. She really liked Aang. He was fearless and fun and she didn't want him to think she was a baby. Her gaze trailed down to her mom again, but the grownups had taken out their phones and were showing each other things on them.

Lifting her chin, she met Aang's clear grey eyes and decided she liked him too much to be dishonest. “I'm a little scared, but I want to go down the slide. My papa says that true bravery is learning to face your fears.”

Aang's face went serious. “Your papa must be pretty smart, because Gyatso says the same thing and he's the smartest person I know.” He held his small hand out toward Katara again. “What if we go down together?”

Katara looked skeptically at the slide, then back to Aang. Voice hesitating, she said “I don't think we'd fit.”

Aang's answering laugh filled her chest with a warm fluttery feeling. “We will if you sit behind me!” he reassured her.

She grabbed his outstretched hand, her fingers slotting neatly between his. He tugged her gently toward the slide. When they reached it, he released her and sat down, bracing his feet against either side. Turning slightly, he motioned for her to sit behind him.

Gingerly, she sat down, planting her feet right behind his. His hair tickled her cheek until he turned his face toward her. His smile was softer this time.

“Ready?”

Eyes wide and heart racing, Katara nodded.

“Hold onto me.”

Katara wrapped her arms around Aang's waist and tucked her chin over his shoulder. He pushed off the sides of the slide at the same time he relaxed his feet and they shot downward. Wind stung her eyes and whipped her hair into a chestnut cloud around her head. A laugh escaped her as they slipped around the first curve, picking up speed. By the time they tumbled off the bottom of the slide, both children were laughing so hard their sides ached with it.

Still giggling, Aang stood and offered Katara his hand again. Smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, she allowed him to help her to her feet.

“Again?” he asked.

“Race you to the top” Katara yelled over her shoulder as she started to run toward the ladder.

-0-0-0-

Katara couldn't help but smile at the memory.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:55 PM

Of course I do! I'm not sure how you do, though. You were only 5!

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:55 PM

How could I ever forget meeting the person I admire most?

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:56 PM

Tui and La, I can't believe you are still needling me about that! It has been 6 years, Aang. Let it go.

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:57 PM

Never. You spoke of me as the person you most admire to everyone in our public speaking class. That is something I will hold close to my heart until the day I die.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:58 PM

Hmph. Don't forget that you talked about me when you had to give your speech the next year!

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:00 PM

Of course not! Every word of it true. You're the best.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 11:00 PM

Aww. No you.

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:01 PM

We'll have to agree to disagree. Hey, On Ji's here to study for our chem test. Talk to you later?

Waterwhip Queen Today at 11:01 PM

Okay.

I wish you weren't so far away. I miss you.

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:02 PM

Miss you more.

Happy mood sliding downward, Katara switched her phone off. Annoyed at the moisture blurring her vision, she swiped the edge of her sleeve across her eyes. Sometimes she wished Aang would forget that stupid speech, but the wishing didn't change the fact that she'd meant every word. Aang was kind and brave and loyal and altogether wonderful and she still did admire him more than anyone else. And she knew he thought equally highly of her.

So why, oh why, had he decided to go to university in Ba Sing Se instead of in Republic City with her?

~o~o~o~

Aang's gaze lingered on the screen. I wish you weren't so far away. I miss you. Spirits, he missed her so much it felt like part of his body had been carved away, a constant ache, every heartbeat singing her her her her. If he didn't exercise the strictest discipline over his thoughts, they always slid back to Katara.

His grand plan of getting over her was going about as well as Gyatso had predicted it would. Gyatso had radiated disapproval when Aang had told him he had to be away from Katara to try to get her out of his heart, so they could be friends again in their old easy way, free from his racing pulse and aching longing.

“Oh Aang,” he'd said, placing his weathered hand gently over Aang's shoulder, “she'll never be out of your heart. She has always been your person and you are her person. I knew this as soon as I saw you together the first time. You shouldn't leave her; you should tell her how you feel.”

He had resisted his former guardian's advice, maintaining that confessing his love would ruin everything. Katara was compassionate to a fault, and she cared for him so much. He knew she'd feel guilty for not returning his feelings. And the last thing he wanted was to make her feel bad in any way. So he did not follow her and their Harmony Bending School friends to the University of Republic City, choosing instead to go halfway across the continent to Ba Sing Se University.

Leaving hadn't helped. His heart remained unchanged, still utterly hers, despite their distance and his useless and short-lived attempts to date others. Not for the first time Aang worried he'd made the wrong decision. Gyatso's advice had never steered him wrong before. And, really, BSSU had never felt right to him. Without Katara, nothing felt right. Maybe he could look in to transferring. If he --

“Earth to Aang?” On-Ji's irritated voice cut into his thoughts. “Are we studying for the chem test or are you going to keep staring at your laptop and ignoring me?”

Aang tried on a smile, but found it too strained to hold. He sighed. “Sorry, On-Ji. Let's go over the review questions first.”

Deliberately, he closed his laptop and pushed Katara out of his mind. Later, he reassured himself, he could figure it out later. But he knew she'd be in his thoughts as she always was.

#my writing #kataang week #prompt: admiration #kataang #college AU

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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Shut up

Summary: Working as the only female doctor at a high security prison can be scary sometimes. When Frank Castle was brought in the first time he looked like hell. Now, fully recovered you insisted to keep seeing him weekly. But for a whole different reason than making sure that he was fully healed.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 1.9k

Rating: E for Explicit (minors dni)

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex, finger fucking, Oral; M receiving) Spitting, Anal Play, choking, one (or two) slaps, dirty talk

A/N: I have... no excuse for this. I also know nothing of prisons or how prison doctors work (probably not like that... no definitely not like that, as if people were left alone with Frank Castle in a room lol) Please accept this filth as my entry into the Punisher fandom lol

The knock at the door made you jump.

It wasn’t like you weren’t expecting the knock. He was your last patient of the day. Like every Friday. You would have almost 45 minutes with him. Alone. In this room. Without cameras or guards around.

You took one last look in the mirror, cursing yourself immediately.

He was just a patient.

A patient who had fucked your brains out every Friday when he came for his check up since the time he got into the fight that left him with a broken nose and a concussion.

He didn’t have to come to see you anymore. He was perfectly fine, but you kept searching for reasons to insist him coming and he didn’t argue against it.

You took a deep breath before you pulled your keycard through the slit next to the door. The guard opened the door seconds later and pushed Frank Castle into your room. He was wearing the orange jumpsuit and… was that a black eye?

“I’ll take it from here,” you said after the guard sat Frank down on the chair in front of your desk.

“Ring if he makes you any trouble. I’ll stay outside,” the guard nodded, as he took off the handcuffs, giving Frank a pointed look who just nodded once before the guard walked out the door and closed it behind him. You waited for the familiar click of the locking system before you turned around, resting your hip against your desk.

Frank looked up at you, his eyebrow raised.

“That looks like it hurt,” you said, pointing to his eye.

‘“Ahhh been through worse,” he shrugged.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

“You weren’t here,” he said, leaning back in the chair, his legs spread wide.

You hummed as you took your white coat off.

“So you gonna stand there all day or…”

“Eager, are we?” you asked and he cocked his head to the side.

“We have 42 minutes. And I won’t be here next week so…”

“Why won’t you be here next week?” you asked and he gave you a pointed look.

“Ah okay. My lips are sealed,” you nodded.

“I sure hope not…” he smirked and you sighed as you began to unbutton the blouse you were wearing.

“Filthy boy…” you teased.

“Who do you call boy here?” he asked.

You just grinned, enjoying how he sucked his bottom lip in, his eyes darkening as he saw the sheer white lace you were wearing beneath your blouse.

You made quick work on getting out of your clothes, folding them over your chair before you walked over to him. You put your hands on his shoulders as you sat down on his lap, straddling him, his hands grabbing onto your ass immediately to pull you closer.

His lips were on you immediately. Pressing against yours,his tongue pushing in between your lips, dipping into your mouth. You moaned quietly, your hands on the back of his neck.

“You look so fucking innocent all in white Doc…” he mumbled and you felt his hand reach for the clasp of your bra, pushing it off your shoulder. His hands found your breasts immediately, his big hands groping them and you began to roll your hips, feeling him hard and ready between your legs.

“Can you cum like this?” he asked. You shook your head. He chuckled, one hand letting go and wasting no time to push inside your panties.

“You’re always so wet… Is fucking prisoners making you wet?”

“Shut up and make me cum, Castle,” you pulled at his hair and he cocked his eyebrow, keeping his eyes on you as he pushed two fingers inside of you.

“Fuck…”

“Ride them,” he said huskily and you groaned as you kissed him and began to ride his fingers. The kiss was wet and nasty and fuck it felt so good. You arched your back as he added a third finger, panting quietly as his lips sucked on your breast, closing around your nipple.

You felt the familiar pull in your stomach, you were so close you just needed…

Frank pulled his fingers out of you and you moaned frustrated.

“What the…” you began but he picked you up, setting you down on the patient bench.

You watched him as he licked his fingers clean, moaning like it was the best meal he’d ever tasted before he began to get his overall off. He smirked at you, giving you a wink and you reached for him greedily.

“Gonna miss me, Doc?”

“Guess I have to find someone else for my weekly fix,” you challenged and his jaw clenched. He didn’t like that.

“You thinking you gonna find someone who can fuck you like this?” he asked.

He grabbed your legs, propping them up against his body as he pulled your panties off. You grinned, stretching your arm over your head, arching your back and he groaned, his eyes on your tits.

He spit on your pussy before he spit in his hand, fisting his cock.

You shuddered, parting your legs even wider for him.

“The clock is ticking, Castle,” you challenged and he huffed, stepping closer and you felt his cock poking at your entrance.

“Gotta make sure you won’t forget whose pussy this is huh?” he said and pushed his whole length into you. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning out loud. He gave you a moment, kissing your calf.

He began to move, thrusting into you slowly for a couple times, before he leaned down, his hand finding your throat as he pumped into you hard and fast as he folded you almost in half. He just let his hand rest on your throat, his fingers rubbing over your skin.

“I want you to cum,” he snarled, his hand just giving the slightest pressure.

“And then I want to fuck your mouth until I shoot my cum down your throat…” he pressed and you whimpered, your hand covering his on your throat, showing him that he could use more pressure.

“Filthy girl,” he grinned, finally choking you like he knew you liked it.

“Cum on my cock, come on,” he leaned down, changing the angle in which he was fucking you while his hand chocked you harder and you came. Hard. Your whole body shaking as you parted your lips in a silent cry. He let go of your throat while he fucked you through your orgasm, his hand massaging your breast.

“Best fucking pussy…” he groaned. His other hand slipped between your legs, rolling your clit and you cried out, his other hands coming up to cover your mouth in the next moment to silence you. Frank chuckled as he looked at you.

“Bet I could make you cum again like this…” he hummed, thrusting into you deep while his finger rubbed over your clit.

“Frank… Fuck please…” you mumbled under his hand.

“Aww. Please what?” he mocked you and fuck you wanted to slap his handsome face. Instead you put one of your feet against his chest to push him off of you, earning a confused stare. You hopped from the bench and turned around, wiggling your ass towards him.

“Tick Tock, Castle,” you said, giving him a smirk as you looked over your shoulder. He shook his head with a chuckle, one of his hands giving your ass a hard smack that had you groan loudly.

“I dream about this ass,” he said before he was back inside of you, his hands on your hips. You met his thrusts, already feeling close again.

“Wonder if you would let me fuck you…” you felt his fingers rubbing over your puckered hole, “here. Think about it all the damn time…”

You bit your lip.

“Maybe next time…” you hummed and Frank groaned behind you.

“Fuck, you tell me that now. Now I gotta find you when I’m done with this shit…”

“Frank please… I’m so close…”

“Yeah? Then cum….” he thrusted faster while he kept rubbing over your other hole and that was all it took and you soaked his cock. He slapped your ass again before he pulled out.

“On your knees, Doc,” he said and even though you felt like sleeping for a day after the orgasms he gave you, you pushed yourself off the bench and got on your knees in front of him. He looked down at you, his hand on your cheek before he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth.

“Keep that pretty mouth open,” he said as he pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock, pushing it between your lips. You relaxed your jaw, keeping your eyes on Frank as he slowly thrusted inside your mouth.

“Fuck baby…” he moaned, his hand on the back of your head to keep you still while he thrusted deeper and deeper until his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Relax for me…” he hummed and you felt your eyes water as his cock pushed down your throat. You moaned as he fucked your mouth, getting deeper and deeper until your nose nuzzled in his pubic hair.

“Fucking hell Doc… I’m gonna cum….” he grunted just before you felt him twitch and spill down your throat.

He was breathing hard as he slipped his cock out of your mouth and you grinned up at him as you gathered some of his cum in the corner of your mouth and brought it to your lips.

“So fucking filthy…” he shook his head before he helped you up and kissed you hard.

“You love it,” you murmured against his lips and he just grinned before he kissed you again.

“So.. Do I want to know what your plan is?” you asked after he helped you dress yourself. You were checking yourself in the tiny mirror, yet only a shower would make the “I’ve just been fucked” look go away. You splashed some water in your face.

“Nah. The less you know the better.”

“Okay,” you said quietly as you turned around. He was standing behind you, his fingers tilting your chin up.

“I never asked why you kept up with me? You know who I am.”

“I… I don’t think you’re a bad person.” He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious Frank. You see something that’s shitty and you take care of it. No matter what. I respect that. And you can be charming as fuck if you want to.”

“So the whole killing thing doesn’t bother you?”

“As long as I won’t end up on your list…” you shrugged and he just looked at you like you grew a second head before he smirked.

“Oh you’re on top of one of my lists…”

“Is there anyone else on it?” you grinned as you crossed your arms behind his neck.

“Nah,” he shook his head.

“We have two minutes left,” you whispered and he sighed.

“I’m gonna find you Doc.”

“Yeah?”

“You bet your ass I will.”

It was almost six weeks later after your Friday shift that you found Frank Castle in your apartment.

Looking like hell.

But you’d gladly spend the whole weekend taking care of him if it meant he’d stay.

And he did.

Taglist:

@myguiltypleasures21 / @phoebe-danvers / @mrslizzyolsen

also tagging @sizzlingcloudmentality & @anaaaispunk cause i think you might enjoy this lol

#my fic #frank castle #frank castle x female reader #the punisher #jon bernthal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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mikkomacko · 3 years

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So not sure if you’re going to understand this but here’s my idea: the team not knowing that the reader is dating both Bucky and Steve (Stucky) and they confront her and say some awful things like she’s using them, a cheating wh*re etc. and she just starts crying and runs and locks herself in their room (or whatever you’d like). Then Stucky comes back or out from somewhere looking for her and then they ask the team and the team tells them that she was “cheating” on both of them with each other and then they’re like no we’re all dating each other and the team feels all bad and you can end it how you want lol. You don’t have to do this and sorry if it’s bad.

A/n: Sorry it took so long! Hope it's ok! <3

Two Avengers dating would cause enough gossip in itself, but three Avengers? Two of which have been best friends since the 40s? She can't imagine what kind of reaction that would get out of Sam or Nat who have always teased Steve and Bucky about being really good friends.

So when y/n, Bucky, and Steve made their relationship official, they kept it as low-key as possible. Anything beyond cuddling was reserved for the privacy of their rooms, flirting had to be subtle, and all dates were far from the Avengers compound.

They just had to pray they could follow the rules and keep their hands to themselves when others were around.

Drumming her fingers on the folder, y/n heads up HR to submit her latest mission report. It was simple surveillance mission, nothing exciting to report on but she'd been gone for over a week and wanted to get the report in asap so it could be done with. Dropping it off on the incoming desk, she promptly turns on her heel to head to lunch but is stopped just outside of the doorway by a hand on her bicep. She's tugged into the hidden corner before she can even react, two strong arms caging her against the cool wall.

Bucky, dressed for a training session, stands before her, blue eyes sparkling and lips smiling. Immediately, her guard falls, lips widening into a smile that reflects the same love shining through Bucky's.

"Careful Barnes," she teases, "next time I won't be so kind about ya pawing at me."

He clicks his tongue. "Wouldn't be pawing if you'd come to see me as soon as you got back."

"Paperwork waits for no one. Not even Cap and Sarge."

He sighs playfully. "Damn doll, that hurts. Think ya should kiss it better."

So she does. Cupping his jaw between two soft palms, y/n seals their mouths together in a tender kiss, completely blind to Bruce and Tony who have just caught sight of them from down the hall.

Bucky heads down to the gym and y/n heads to room to clean up before lunch, ignoring his pleas for her to join him. She's technically on recovery from her last mission and she's definitely going to milk that for a day off. She's approaching her door when one just down the hall opens, a familiar blond head of hair coming into view.

She pauses, leaning her shoulder against the doorway and smiles at him. "Hey Cap, fancy seeing you here."

He lifts his head, soft blue eyes meeting hers and he smiles that cute little smirk only Steve Rogers could smile. "Hey, heard you got back early this morning."

"Yeah, way early." She laughs, tilting her chin up as he moves closer.

"How'd it go?"

He stops in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. It's his typical go-ahead-I'm-listening stance but by the way he's eyeing her mouth she knows he doesn't actually want to hear it right now. Steve always tries to hide the fact that he's just as clingy as Bucky.

"Is that really what you're going to ask me, Rogers? After being gone for so long you want my mission run down right now?"

He chuckles, dipping his head and lightly shaking it. "No not really."

"So what's your real question?"

Bashful, he meets her eyes again. "Can I have a hello?"

Y/n laughs, butterflies fluttering in her chest as she rises on her tiptoes to kiss him. He gently grips her waist, pulling her just the slightest bit closer and humming in content. She throws her arms around his neck, fingertips shifting into the hair at the base of his neck, once again too caught up in her boyfriend to notice Nat and Sam have just spotted them from the end of the corridor.

"You'll never believe what we just saw!" Sam shouts, hightailing it into the kitchen with Natasha hot on his heels. Bruce and Tony both startle in their seats at the table, water sloshing over the edge of Bruce's mug.

"Nuh-uh, we're first." Tony says, shaking his head.

"No we are." Sam insists, Tony opening his mouth to continue the argument but Natasha cuts him off.

"Rogers and y/n are together."

And that makes Tony and Bruce pause. Sam whoops proudly, smirking at the two as they share looks of confusion.

"Steve and y/n?" Bruce confirms, eyebrows pinching together when Nat nods firmly.

Tony sighs. "Well that puts us in a bit of pickle because we saw Barnes with his tongue down her throat."

Sam's jaw drops. "What? When?"

"Earlier today!" Bruce exclaims, motioning towards the HR department. "She was dropping off paperwork and he just grabbed her and kissed her."

"Well we just watched Steve pin her against a door and kiss her not even ten minutes ago." Nat exclaims, anger building up in her veins. "Which means we've got a problem."

Sam turns to her, just as angry. "Damn right we do!"

Bottom lip between her teeth, y/n attempts to hide the giddy smile that's been plastered on her face since her reunion with her boys. It's a weak attempt because she's practically as bright as a ray of sunshine but she doesn't really care. She's happy. She's so incredibly happy and she wants it to last forever.

Unfortunately for her, the feeling is cut short far too soon because as soon as she enters the kitchen, 4 pairs of eyes are glaring at her.

"Hey everyone," she says tentatively, slowing to a stop. "what's going on?"

Sam scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you tell us what's going on?" He says coldly, "You know besides you macking on our friends."

Macking on his friends? Oh god, Steve and Bucky! They found out about their relationship...

Her jaw drops, cut-off guard. "Wait! I can explain-"

"Cheaters don't get an explanation." Nat cuts off, eyes mean and piercing. Y/n heart sinks into her stomach. Cheating? She'd never cheat in her life, especially not on Bucky and Steve.

"Cheating? I'm not-"

Tony rises from his seat. "Save it y/n. We know you're cheating on Bucky and Steve with each other. How could you do that? They're like brothers and your just using them-"

"No I'm not!" She insists, panicking under the hateful gazes. "You guys don't understand. Just let me-"

"No!" Sam cuts off. "Bucky and Steve have both gone through so much. Do you realize how difficult it must have been for them to open up to you? And you thew it all away. You hurt them. You're a bitch y/n, full honestly."

Tears sting her eyes. Sam's never said anything like that to her let alone anyone they know. He's always been so kind and welcoming so to hear such hurtful words from him has her stunned. She can't even think of anything to say to defend herself.

"Y-you really think that lowly of me?" She sniffles, "That I would do something like that?"

"We saw it, y/n." Banner responds, nose scrunched in disgust. "Now get outta here before we throw you out."

Insulted and insecure, she shakes her head. "I can't believe you all." Then she turns on her heel, running to the safety of her room.

Bucky's spotting Steve on the bench press when the foursome of Avengers walk in, somber looks on their faces.

"Steve," Bucky says, gaining his attention. Immediately the super soldier is setting down his weights, sitting up to look at their friends.

"What's going on? Is someone hurt?" Steve asks, rising to his feet. Sam shakes his head, smiling sympathetically.

"No one's hurt," he assures "but we've got something to tell you."

Bucky swallows nervously, something in him going on high alert. He knows that this is about y/n, that something's happened and it makes him anxious. Where is she?

"What?" Bucky asks, noticing the lingering anger in Nat's eyes.

"It's y/n," she says "she-"

"She what?" Bucky interrupts quickly, readying himself to sprint upstairs.

"She's cheating," Tony says, eyes flickering between the two men. "On you two. With each other."

Oh, Bucky wasn't expecting that. He turns to Steve, the two sharing a silent conversation between themselves. They know? Looks like it pal. How'd that happen? I told you to be careful...

"Don't worry, we already gave her a piece of our minds-"

"You what?!" Steve suddenly asks, finally realizing what they're saying. They think y/n cheated on them because they don't know they're all three dating each other. And they confronted her about it.

"What did you say?" Bucky asks lowly.

"The truth," Sam says proudly. "that she's a bitch for using you both."

Before anyone can react Bucky is rushing towards the doors, abandoning his belongings in favor of checking on y/n. Steve doesn't mind, knowing that when it comes to being emotional and open, Bucky is typically the one she leans on. He's good at being a comforting shoulder.

"Oh god Sam," Steve sighs. "Y/n isn't cheating-"

"Yeah-"

"No she's not!" He shouts, startling them. "She's not. For the past few months we've been dating. The three of us."

The silence is almost amusing if Steve wasn't too busy thinking of his girl upstairs, upset.

"Like a throuple?" Bruce asks, confused.

Steve nods shortly. "Thanks for accusing her instead of talking it out. Appreciate it." He says icily, pushing around them. Stalking towards the exit, he calls over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a girl to go check on."

Bucky has wrapped her up like a burrito in the comforter from his bed on the floor of her room, leaning back against the side of the matress with her sat between his parted thighs. Her eyes are still wet and swollen but she's giggling through her sniffles, a spoon hanging out of her mouth and a bowl of soup in her lap. They both look up when he enters the room, Y/n smiling shyly and Bucky relieved.

"We ok sweetheart?" He asks, waiting for her nod before looking to Bucky.

"We're good Steve," he promises, sweeping her hair over her shoulder with his hand and brushing his fingers through it. "She was just frustrated. Didn't know they could think she'd do something like that."

"That's because she wouldn't," Steve says firmly, sitting on the floor next to them. "and we know that y/n. We know you'd never hurt us like that."

"I love you Steve," she swears, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I love you Buck. Thanks for doing this for me."

"Course doll," Bucky says, kissing the side of her head. "Don't have to thank us for loving you." Steve hums his agreement.

"But..."Bucky quickly adds, "you can thank me after I beat Sam's ass for calling you that."

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. "Buck..." He says warningly but he doesn't even finish the scolding thought because their boyfriend's threat has made y/n smile and that's all they could ever ask for.

#stucky x reader #stucky blurb #Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes blurb #steve rogers blurb

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sameheart-sameblood · 3 years

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Live While We’re Alive

(gif by @rex-is-best)

pairing: commander wolffe x f!reader

summary: you thought being a newly recruited civilian doctor to the GAR was hard enough until you developed a hopeless crush on Commander Wolffe

words: 2.8 k

warnings: mature, some suggestive talk, mutual pining, medical exams, co-workers to lovers, a doctor having inappropriate thoughts about their patient

a/n: I started writing this awhile ago and then lost all creative motivation but I've been in a Wolffe mood the past few days and sad we didn't get to see him in The Bad Batch so here we are. I'd like to apologize to my doctor dad and all medical professionals everywhere lol. Also, I had intended for this to end in smut but then got lost in feelings so there mayyyy be a chapter 2. We'll see ;)

read on ao3!

You want to fuck him. It’s been decided. This realization couldn’t have come at a worse time, though. You’re surrounded by Jedi and Clone Officers in a very important meeting detailing your next mission. But you only have eyes for one of the men and he’s currently standing at the head of the room giving a briefing to the holo of Master Yoda. It’s a testament to Commander Wolffe’s presence that you barely notice the little green Jedi Master he’s conversing with. Well, his presence and his extreme handsomeness.

When you’d first met him, you’d been truly intimidated. The other women you worked with nodded in understanding, whispering they had been thrown off by his cybernetic eye and prominent scar. But that wasn’t it. You’d noticed those things, but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.

It was the fact that he took one look at you and seemed to see right into your soul. You couldn’t explain it but you felt like with just a glance, he could tell your deepest insecurities. And stars, did you have a lot of those.

You had worked your way up through the medical field and had started your residency at the biggest hospital in Coruscant. After your training ended, you had secured a permanent job there. It had been difficult, to say the least. Though you knew you were qualified, even more so than most of your male co-workers, you still doubted yourself often.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had come to visit you one nondescript Thursday afternoon, telling you of the need for doctors in the GAR. He said you came most highly recommended when he was searching for recruits but still, you thought a mistake had been made and that someone soon would realize and send you back to your normal life. It was a recurring nightmare you’d developed in the past few weeks that shook you from your sleep.

You had agreed to join the GAR, sympathetic to the cause and wanting to do your part. The next few weeks had consisted of you getting your bearings and meeting the rest of the staff at the base . Kix, the clone medic in charge, had helped you learn the ropes and had introduced you to all his brothers. At first, you had been overwhelmed by the sea of identical faces. As the weeks had gone on, you’d learned everyone’s names and they’d made you feel welcome, like one of their own.

The Commander and you had crossed paths several times. He was polite but distant. Not like you blamed him. He had more important things to do than exchange drawn out pleasantries. With each run-in, though, he seemed to be making more of an effort to be personable. Unfortunately, each conversation left you looking more and more like an idiot. Or a di’kut. The boys had been teaching you some Mando’a.

You were a medical professional, a well-respected doctor and yet Wolffe made you feel unsure of yourself. It had been so long since you’d had a crush that you didn’t realize this was what the beginning of one felt like.

*******

As you sit around the war room table, you feel even more like a school girl. Instead of paying attention to whatever Master Yoda is saying, you’re transfixed by Wolffe’s face. The hazy blue light from the holo reflects off his features, making him look ethereal. His scar looks even more prominent and you blush, remembering how often you’ve wondered what it would feel like to let your fingers trace it. And his lips. They’re moving, responding to whatever the Jedi has said. They’re mesmerizing and now you’re thinking of what it would be like to kiss him. Or even better yet, to have those lips pressed against the plushier parts of your body.

You continue to stare until you realize his face has turned to you. It probably only takes you a second to come back to reality but it feels like an eternity. Somehow you’re able to respond to the question.

“Yes, Commander. All medical personnel are prepared for an 0800 liftoff. Kix will take his team with the 501st and I’ll have my staff along with the 104th. We’ll reconnoiter once we’ve landed on Hisseen.” The rest of the table nods, moving the conversation along. Wolffe stares at you for a moment, a hint of a smirk on his lips. You avert your gaze, finding the table a much safer object of your attention.

The discussion wraps up and Wolffe stands at attention, puffing his chest out, before Master Yoda disappears. Once again, your eyes are drawn to him. You’re not sure how but he makes something so mundane look indescribably attractive. Wolffe’s head turns in your direction but you’ve already bolted from your seat, hoping to cool down in the hallway.

Kix pushes through the crowd to get to you. “Hey, Doc. How’d the meeting go?” You shrug. “Nothing new to report. Just making sure we’re all set for our campaign.” He’s shifting back and forth, a sort of glazed look in his eyes. You realize he’s not paying particularly close attention. It’s the look of someone asking you something just so they can request a favor in return.

“Hmm oh yeah, that’s nice. Say, Doc, do you think you could cover for me for a few hours? I have some urgent business to attend to.”

“Since when is playing Sabacc with Fives and the boys urgent?”

“Since I remembered how terrible they are at it. I can make a real killing playing against them.”

You laugh. It’s true. You’ve come to love those men but a lot of them are really horrible at the game. You’ll need to give them a remedial course if you have any downtime on Hisseen. “Of course. What do you need me to do?” He rewards you with a huge grin. “Nothing hard! A few higher ups coming in for their physicals. Just the usual. Make sure they’re in tip top shape to get shot at by some tinnies.”

He gives you the list. It’s only a handful of men but the last one on it makes your blood go cold. “Commander Wolffe needs a physical?” Kix is oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Oh yeah, but he knows the drill. Honestly everyone can do it themselves at this point. We’re basically there to oversee it as a formality.”

You swallow down your apprehension and nod. “Sounds easy enough. Go have fun. And take it easy on them, will ya? Let them keep a little of their dignity intact” Kix just grins and shoots you a wave as he runs off.

*******

Your first few appointments go just fine. The officers are professionals and Kix was right, they could do these routine physicals with their eyes closed. You give them all your seal of approval and settle in to do your paperwork before your last, most anticipated patient arrives. The forms in front of you hold no interest and you find yourself checking the chrono every few seconds.

It’s not easy but you manage to finish your work. You set it aside and take steadying breath. Five more minutes and he’ll be here. You scold yourself. The Commander has never been anything but professional. You’re the one thinking these very unprofessional thoughts.

And you’re a doctor, for kriff’s sake. Your patients should be able to come to you without worrying you may be fantasizing about what they look like naked. But these are uncharted waters. It’s your first time having to deal with a patient you’re this attracted to. They really should take your medical license away.

Just as you’re thinking of packing it all up and handing in your resignation to the Jedi Council, a knock at the door snaps you to attention. Well, here goes nothing. You scold yourself once again for checking your reflection in the mirror before answering the door.

You had tried to adopt a passive, professional look to your face before greeting Wolffe but it must not have worked. “Everything alright, Doc? I’m not early, am I?” You shake your head.“Not at all. Punctual as always, Commander.” You beckon for him to come in and take a seat. You close the door, then sit across from him at your desk.

Your datapad hums to life and you busy yourself opening the appropriate forms you need to fill out. The weight of his eyes is heavy on you and your cheeks heat up in spite of yourself. You push on through as best you can.

“Well, Commander, how are you feeling today?” There’s that ghost of a smirk again but it vanishes so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it. “I feel like a million credits.” You giggle despite it not even being that funny. You’ve got it bad. “Glad to hear it. This should be quick then.” You gather your equipment and get to work.

First, you take his weight. Then, you listen to his heart. You press the stethoscope to his sternum, thankful you can do this over his blacks. He observes you the whole time. “And what about you? How are you today, Doc?” You risk a glance and meet his eyes. That was a mistake.

“Me? Oh-um just fine. Maybe not like a million credits but a few hundred at least.” You trail off dumbly but he humors you with a chuckle. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard that sound from him before. It’s like music to your ears. “Anything I can do to help? You do look a little flushed. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” You avert your eyes again.

“No. I’m alright. It’s just, uh, hot in these uniforms. The coarseweave doesn’t breathe.”

“You sure? Maybe I should be the one giving you a check-up.”

You realize he’s toying with you now.

“That won’t be necessary, Commander.”

You move on to check his lungs. “Breathe in for me.” You move the stethoscope to his chest, then move it around a few different spots on his back. “You can call me, Wolffe. If you’d like.” He breathes in every time, not even needing prompting, ever the dutiful soldier, even when he’s teasing you.

“I would like that. Thank you, Wolffe.”

Next, you measure his blood pressure. You’re shocked that it’s so low. He sees the look of surprise on your face. “Something wrong?”

“Not at all. The opposite, in fact. Your pressures are great. I just thought with your lifestyle they might, understandably, be a bit higher.”

“What kind of lifestyle do you think I have?”

You’re backtracking as quickly as you can. “I just meant, your life as a soldier, it must be extremely stressful.”

There’s that smirk again. “It is. But you don’t get to be a Commander by not being able to handle the pressure.”

“Of course. But even so, if you’d like some stress relief techniques I can suggest some.” He hums as if really thinking it over. Thankfully there’s only one part of your exam left. Which is good because you’re not sure how much resolve you have remaining.

“Everything looks great. I’ll just do a head and neck exam and then I can send you on your way.”

You need to touch him for this part but you stop yourself, hands hovering but not quite meeting their destination. You feel like once you touch him, really feel his skin under your fingers, there may be no going back.

Wolffe sees your hesitation, then slowly reaches out to take your hands. You watch with wide eyes as he guides them to his neck. He looks up at you innocently enough but you can tell he’s laughing internally. You try to reign in control of the situation.

“Sorry, I just got distracted.” The Commander studies you but this time it’s in earnest. “Are you nervous? This’ll be your first time in an active war zone, right?” You had been anxious but not about that. But now that he mentions it, yeah, you honestly don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, I’m not sure what to expect. I guess you could say I’m a little scared.” Wolffe gently holds your chin, directing you to look back at him. “I won’t lie. It’ll be overwhelming and frightening. Battles can seem never-ending. But I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You’re staring into each other’s eyes and you don’t want to stop. But then he’s clearing his throat and gently removing his hand from your skin. You realize you’ve been resting your own hands on his shoulders this whole time. “Thank you, Wolffe. I do feel much better knowing you’ll be there.” You offer him a smile, hoping it conveys just how much you appreciate him looking out for you.

You begin your exam, gently kneading where his neck meets his shoulders, checking for any anomalies. Then you move to his throat. The throat you’ve so often been distracted by. It’s featured prominently in your daydreams. You move your hands along it, under his jawline. Having a man this powerful baring one of the most vulnerable parts of his body to you is intoxicating. Focus, di’kut.

Everything feels normal except for some knots you find resting right below the surface of his smooth skin. “Lymph nodes feel good. You’re a little tense, though. But I bet it’s from that bucket you have to wear most of the day.” He hums in thought. “True. But even so. Maybe you could give me some of those ideas for stress management?” He looks up at you with big eyes. There’s mischief in them but something else. Vulnerability?

You gulp audibly. “Of course. There are a few that work particularly well, um, like deep breathing techniques, going on walks, talking with friends, meditation, journaling, physical activity…” You’re rambling, fighting a losing game against your resolve. Wolffe thinks on it. “Physical activity seems like a good place to start.” His hands come up to gently cover yours that are still resting on his neck.

The sensation of his calloused fingers on your skin sends shivers down your body. You close your eyes, feeling the last of your self-control topple over. “Wolffe,” you whine “We shouldn’t…” He immediately drops his hands, worry etched on his face. “I’m so sorry. It’s just- I thought you wanted-.” He cuts himself off, snapping up to his feet and to attention. “Doctor, you should report me to General Plo Koon for immediate disciplinary action.”

Dank Farrik, you’ve just ruined everything.“Wolffe! No, I’m not reporting you to anyone. If anything you should report me for being so unprofessional.” His shoulders relax a bit but he still eyes you as if you’re a live grenade that might explode at any second. “What do you mean?” You sigh in frustration. This isn’t how you wanted to confess your feelings to him.

“I…want you, Wolffe. The second I realized that I should have asked to be re-assigned to a different battalion. Instead I thought I could push those feelings down and continue to do my job. Looks like that was a mistake.” You hang your head, avoiding his piercing gaze. He’s silent for just a moment but it feels like an eternity.

“So, you want me and I want you?” You nod your head, ashamed, as he continues. “Then what’s the problem, Doc?” Your eyes snap to his, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Isn’t it wrong of us?”

Wolffe sits down on the exam table again, genuinely thinking on it. “I don’t see why. We’re both consenting adults. We don’t work directly with each other- I report to General Koon, you report to General Kenobi- so there’s no real conflict of interest. The worst we’ll face is a little ribbing from the boys if they find out.”

You raise your head to look him in the eyes, needing to make sure he’s serious and that this isn’t some twisted joke. What you find staring back at you is hope and promise. He senses your trepidation and gently takes your hands in his. “I’m sorry if I came on strong. But the thing about this life is that there are no guarantees. Tomorrow isn’t promised and so I figured I’d rather go for something, someone, that I want and have my heart broken rather than regretting my inaction.”

Your eyes roam the scars on his face, evidence of just how true his words are. You’re heading into active battle tomorrow. One or both of you could be injured, or worse. You step towards him. He spreads his legs so you have room to get closer. You rest your forehead on his, breathing him in.

His hands come up to caress your sides. You take a shaky breath. He questions you softly. “Cyar’ika?” Ah, now that’s one of the new words you definitely remember. His vulnerability makes you ache and the decision to hand your heart over is an easy one. “You’re right, Wolffe. Might as well do some living while we can.”

*******

#commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #wolffe x reader #instead of becoming a doctor like my family wanted i decided to just write about being one who's slightly inappropriate instead #tcw fanfic #tcw #allie writes #my writing

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kaalamarii · 4 years

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XOXO (MammonxMC)

This was written for @lumiere-morningstar 💛

Summary: From the chat where Mammon gets a letter he thinks is from MC. MC writes him a letter everyday and Mammon puts them aside, thinking they’re just from Lucifer.

Warnings: Sad Mammon, fluff

Masterlist

“Here,” MC said, standing in front of Mammon. He was sprawled out on the couch in the common room scrolling through his D.D.D. He looked up, cocking an eyebrow at the pretty girl before him.

She tossed the envelope in her hand down to him and it landed in his lap.

“What’s this?” Mammon asked, turning the envelope over in his hands.

“Just...read it in your room, okay? Not out here.”

Mammon felt his heart flutter as MC walked off, leaving him there to hold the envelope in his hand.

A sealed envelope from MC...that he was to read in his room? Mammon couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. A love letter...MC just gave HIM a love letter!

Mammon’s heart was beating, his hands shaking as he gripped the letter, speed walking to his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the door, holding the letter to his chest.

An actual love letter. From MC.

Finally, it was confirmed. MC felt the same for him as he felt for her. I need to get her a present, Mammon thought. Something nice. Something expensive.

But first, he had to brag.

(Mammon:) Ahem.

Oh boy, he couldn’t wait till his stupid brothers heard about this.

(Mammon:) AHEM!

(Mammon:) HEY! Someone say somethin’!

(Belphie:) No way. I get the feeling it’s going to be something annoying.

(Levi:) Yeah, tell me about it.

Mammon scoffed. Rude. Every last one of ‘em.

(Mammon:) A-H-E-M!

(Satan:)Okay, fine. I don’t care what it is, so just say it already.

(Asmo:) It sounds like he wants to brag about something.

Mammon smiled proudly, sending the ‘Yes!’ sticker.

(Mammon:) Listen up and be amazed! I, The Great Mammon, have received a love letter from MC!

(Belphie:) Huh?

(Levi:) He must be hallucinating again.

(Mammon:) I’m not hallucinatin’! It’s a letter inside a pretty lil envelope? What else could it be besides a love letter?

(Beel:) you mean you haven’t opened it yet?

(Mammon:) Well, it’s kinda sealed shut. Besides, can’t a guy savor the moment a bit before he opens it?

(Belphie:) Wow, I never pegged you as the type.

(Mammon:) Hey! Whaddya mean by that?

I’ll have ya know I’m quite the gentleman! Besides, MC told me to read the letter by myself in my room ❤

And that’s exactly what I plan on doin’.

(Satan:) Well open it up then, “Mr. Gentleman”

(Levi:) Yeah, I don’t think you will be savoring the moment for long after you take a look at what’s inside.

(Mammon:) Ugh, fine! Gimme a moment.

Mammon took a deep breath, shakily and carefully opening the envelope. This was it. He’d finally know for sure that she returned his feelings. Then, she’d be his, and only his. It was like a dream come true, he’d be able to hold her, kiss her, and go on dates with her.

He pulled the letter out and unfolded it.

The demon’s face fell, and he sank to the floor, holding the letter in one hand and the envelope in the other.

(Belphie:) Mammon’s grown awfully silent.

(Lucifer:)That is because the ‘love letter’ is from me. Although I call it an “official written demand of repayment.”

(Levi:)Ha! What a noob, lol.

Mammon felt an aching in his heart and tears started to fall from his eyes, landing on the long list of debts. Every ounce of excitement, of hope, every thought of he and MC being happy and in love, shattered. Mammon balled up the paper and threw it across the room.

He was angry at Lucifer, but he expected something like this from Lucifer. But not MC. MC didn’t make fun of Mammon like his brothers did. She never called him stupid or scum. She even stood up for him most of the time. Mammon couldn’t believe MC was a part of this cruelty. That hurt a hundred times more than anything his brothers could say to him, any torture Lucifer had for him.

Mammon wiped his eyes, getting up to grab his precious Goldie. He stormed out of the house, determined to max out the credit card to get his mind off MC’s betrayal.

“I haven’t seen Mammon in a couple days,” MC stated at breakfast, looking over at the chair next to her where the second born always sat.

“Oh, he ran off to sulk,” Lucifer replied nonchalantly. “I gave him a list of things he needs to pay off.”

“Is that what was in the envelope you had me give to him?”

“Yep.”

Leviathan’s laugh interrupted the conversation. “That moron thought it was actually from MC. As if MC would be interested in a scumbag like Mammon.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” MC shook her head. “You gave me a letter to give to Mammon so he’d think it was from me?”

“Of course. Why else would I have you deliver it?”

“I just thought it was because I’m always with him.”

“Sure,” Satan offered up, “But also if Mammon knew the letter was from Lucifer, he wouldn’t have opened it.”

“Exactly,” said Lucifer, agreeing with Satan for once.

“That’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?”

“Mammon’s fucked up,” Satan responded.

Asmo sighed. “Seriously MC, I don’t know why you’re so close with Mammon. He acts nice to you, but he’d sell you for a few Grimm.”

MC scoffed. “No, he wouldn’t.”

“Mammon is scum,” Levi spoke up again. “Don’t feel bad for him.”

“Wow,” MC replied, getting up to leave. “You should all really think about how you treat Mammon.”

Heading back to her room, she grabbed a pen and notebook out of her backpack and sat down to write.

Mammon,

I heard you wanted a letter from me.

I’m so sorry that your brothers are dicks to you. I don’t think you’re scum, Mammon. I think you’re sweet and smart and funny, and I love spending time with you.

You’re pretty much my best friend.

Love, MC

P.S. Sorry for giving you that letter from Lucifer. I didn’t know what he was up to, I promise. Xoxo

She sealed in it an envelope and wrote his name with a heart. She snuck to Mammon’s room and set it on his pillow. MC was a bit embarrassed by what she wrote, hoping he wouldn’t find it creepy or weird. She wished that he’d be back soon.

Mammon snuck in late after being gone for a week, body and head exhausted and hungover, he crawled into bed and passed out.

When he woke up, he yawned and stretched before noticing the letter on the bed next to him. He picked it up, scoffed, and tossed it across the room.

There was a new envelope everyday.

Somedays, MC would slip them under his door. Sometimes she’d hand them directly to him. They’d be waiting for him in his room, on his bed again, on his couch. Each time, Mammon would feel a pang in his stomach. He so badly wanted to open them. Maybe one would actually be a letter from her.

But of course it wouldn’t be.

MC would never see him like that. Why would she? Mammon was nothing but a greedy, scummy, piece of shit. His brothers made that clear, and now they had MC joining forces with them.

So the pile of letters grew, a small mountain of various colored envelopes.

When he gets one with a lipstick kiss on the envelope, Mammon loses it. He grabs the pile of discarded envelopes and storms to Lucifer’s office, dumping all of them onto the desk directly on top of whatever Lucifer was working on.

“Mammon, what the f-”

“Ya gotta stop doin’ this to me, Lucifer. Look, I’ll repay everything. I’ll go get a job or something, but please, please, stop getting MC to give me these. I get my hopes up and I know they’re just bills and I can’t anymore. It’s killin’ me.”

Mammon was embarrassed at how emotional he was being, whining and crying to his older brother.

Lucifer stared at the envelopes. “Mammon, these aren’t from me.”

“Whaddya sayin’! Of course they are!”

“No, they’re not.” Lucifer picked up one and ripped it open.

Mammon,

I know you don’t read these which I guess is why I keep writing them. I know that makes no sense. But it helps to write about my feelings for you. It’s a relief to be able to tell you how much I love you, cause I know I can never do it in person.

xoxo,

“Oh...um, Mammon. I think you should read these.”

“You guys are probably just playing tricks on me again.”

Lucifer shoved the letter in Mammon’s face. Mammon wiped his eyes and read over the letter, his heartbeat speeding up.

“This is really her handwriting,” he said in shock.

Lucifer nodded.

“The stupid human really wrote all of these.”

Mammon grinned like mad, gathering all of the letters and rushing back to his room. He threw them onto his bed and sat, cross legged, reading each and every one of them.

A few of them were simple doodles of the two of them and Goldie. Most of them had words of encouragement for him, telling him that she thought he was sweet and a good person (Despite being a literal demon). In every single one was confessions of love and appreciation.

Mammon brought out his D.D.D. and text MC, telling her to come to his room.

MC was thrilled to get a text from Mammon. They hadn’t been spending a lot of time together, and he had barely spoken to her since the day of the first letter. MC slipped on some leggings and an oversized t-shirt and got to Mammon’s room as quickly as she could.

When she saw the opened letters on the bed with him, she grew red. Oh shit.

“Um...you opened the letters.”

Mammon nodded. “Whaddya thinkin’, writing letters like this for me?”

“Mammon, I’m sorry...just f-forget you ever read them.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? You’re the only one who’s ever nice to me, ya know? And now I know how you really feel…”

MC groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

“Of course ya like the Great Mammon! Everyone does. But, uh, iloveyoutooMC.”

“Wait, what?” MC peeked from behind her hand. “Did you just say…”

“Yeah, yeah. Come ‘ere, you!”

Mammon gently grabbed MC’s arm, pulling her to him and pressing his lips to hers. She smiled against his lips. They fell back onto his bed, ripped envelopes and love letters crumbled underneath them. MC rested her head on Mammon’s chest as he pulled her close, both of them smiling wide.

“Does this mean I can stop writing you letters?”

“Ya better not! I expect one first thing tomorrow.”

Mammon planted a small kiss on the top of her head.

Finally, he knew for sure that the human was his.

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blush-and-books · 3 years

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Canonverse, mutual pining, confession, and a guitar! (this is willies-skateboard btw) No pressure ofc! I bet you're getting a lot of these

lol hi!! i started combining a lot of these because they are so similar. yours and one that said “Canon-verse, mutual pining, confession, Perfect Harmony” fit really well!!!! enjoy :)

TW: blood?? its an analogy and its not like graphic i swear i just. started and couldn’t stop. sorry?

When Julie got home from school on a fateful Friday afternoon, she ran to the garage that has once again become her second home with the hope that the boys would be there.

(Well, specifically, Luke. But she loves them all.)

What she doesn’t expect to walk in on a nearly empty garage, except for the ghost who owns her heart, who has a guitar in his hands and is strumming away at a familiar song. A song that he didn’t know -- or at least, definitely shouldn’t know -- and humming along to the exact melody of the words.

He was playing the love song that she wrote for him to try and catch all of the love she had for him so that it didn’t accidentally overflow and come out at inopportune moments. Writing the song was almost a little like blood-letting; she did it to try and get all of the love out.

But just like how blood-letting wasn’t a medically effective method to treat sickness, writing Perfect Harmony did not dispel the butterflies in her stomach when Luke smiled a smile that was just for her, or the ache in her heart whenever he looked at her like he had struck gold. She was stuck loving a ghost. It didn’t help that this same ghost was able to hug her and hold her hand all of the time, either.

Now, those callused hands were plucking out the notes that she had written herself, and his head was bopping along with the beat, and it sounds almost exactly how she had imagined it but that was all it was ever supposed to be: Something she imagined.

Her blood was spilled on those pages; each drop of crimson laced with an overdose of affection.

And it was all bare to him now.

“Why are you playing that?”

Her voice is shakier than she has ever heard it before. Luke looks up from the paper that had the notes he was following, smiling wide -- but his lips curl down when he sees the mortified look on her face.

“You left it out in your room, and I went in there to find where I left my beanie the other night, and…” He trails off, moving the guitar from his lap to approach her. “Did I do something wrong?”

In any other case, yes. But she was just stupid. Luke is allowed to go into her room if he ever needs to, it’s more the snooping that she has a problem with -- but he wasn’t even snooping. It was out in the open.

She didn’t bandage her arm properly, and the blood continued to spill.

“No,” she croaks, looking intently at one of the plants back behind the grand piano. “No, I- I did.”

And then she spins around, because oh my God he found the song and oh my God does he know it’s for him, but the second she steps out of the garage, he’s poofing in front of her. She ends up running right into his chest, when he rests his hands on her upper arms to keep her in place.

“Jules, what’s up? Is something wrong with the song? I just saw it, and it was really good, and I thought we could practice it when you got home-”

“It was really good? That’s all you think?”

It feels like the wound has been ripped open. The song didn’t work, so she has to get out more -- and Luke is right here, and she’s shocked, so it looks like the blood will continue to spill onto him.

Can’t he see that she’s been bleeding for weeks? She’s tired. She wants him to stop the bleeding.

His thumbs trace soft circles against her shoulders as his eyebrows furrow together at seeing her anguish. “Well, I mean- It’s amazing, Julie. Everything you do is. Whoever you wrote it for is going to really love it.”

The blood is on his hands and he can’t see it.

God, she’s so tired.

“Do you?” She asks, heart racing in her chest trying to pump all of the blood out of her body and get her to stop feeling like this. His hands grasp around her arms tighter, like he’s shocked and is desperately hoping she’s saying what he wants her to be saying. “Do you really love it?”

Finally, he sees it. The crimson. The love dripping from Julie’s wounds, his name embedded in the DNA. His hands slide up her arms and to her neck, allowing his thumbs to resume their tracing along her cheeks and jaw.

“Do I love it?” He repeats, extra emphasis on the eye. Between his hands, Julie nods. Magnetically, he leans into her farther. “I do. I really love it.”

There’s a double meaning in there too -- Julie catches the small scratch on his arm opening up for her.

“You wanna come play it with me? I wanna show you how I was thinking of playing it on the guitar.”

The guitar. The beautiful guitar that played him in during her fantasy, and now she gets to hear it for herself, straight from his fingers. She wants nothing more.

And she tells him as much.

For the next hour, she sits in his arms, with his guitar being shared in her lap. His hands overlap hers and their arms are entangled, and eventually, they are distracted from the guitar and more focused on tracing the scars that they had inflicted for one another.

As his index finger runs up the inside of her forearm, right along her veins, she can feel her cut sealing together, and the bleeding has finally stopped. She doesn’t need to dispose of her love for him anymore -- not now that he’s wrapping her up in him, determined to show her all of the love from him she’s been missing.

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fanficflaneuse · 4 years

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All Of You

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A/N: After a couple of odd weeks, I’m back and I’m really happy to be posting again. Dear freaking god. I’m excited for you to read my first Theo fic ever. I’m really happy for it.

Also, I saw a mutual celebrating their 100 followers and I realized I never did anything to celebrate my followers. I never expected my blog to have followers lol but now I have 196 and I want to dedicate this fic I love to all of you. Thank you all for bearing with me <3

Without further ado, let’s do this!

Theo Nott x reader

Words: 2679

Summary: Friends with benefits gone wrong.

Warnings: mentions of sex (not smut, but still).

The room exuded fire whiskey and regret as (Y/N) picked her clothes from the floor. The light that filtered through the closed curtains hinted a very sunny day, perfect for the throbbing headache coming her way. Her head pounded with flashbacks from the night before and every time she remembered another detail of the colossal mistake she had committed, she cursed herself.

She slumped on an elegant armchair and considered her options. She could leave unceremoniously and forget all about their encounter, pretend it was a drunken mistake. For a moment, she wished they would’ve had enough alcohol the night before to call this a “drunken mistake”. But they were both more sober than expected as they reached his room, lips connected and hands eager to explore each other.

(Y/N) cursed at herself once again as her gaze found the man on the bed. Theodore Nott looked peaceful as he slept, no trace of sadness clouding his angelic features. His chest raised and fell softly, an arm thrown over his forehead and the other one reaching out to the empty space in bed where she had woken up. Only Merlin knows how long she had fantasized about him, how many times she had wished to kiss his lips and feel him close. She could’ve been happy with everything that had happened the night before, if only that one memory didn’t keep replaying in her head:

Theo was sitting on the edge of his bed, she was on his lap. His lips made their way from her left shoulder to her ear.

“(Y/N),” he had whispered.

“Hmm?”

He cleared his throat. “Whatever is about to happen right now…I-I really can’t do feelings.”

(Y/N) remembered asking herself what could she possibly do with that information. He was the guy she had been ogling at practically since day one at Hogwarts. Not even of four years of not seeing each other had killed whatever they had going on between them. But before she could even think, she sealed the deal.

“No feelings.”

The words slipped from her mouth like a hot knife through butter. If only they were half as easy to digest. She sighed and stood up, determined to leave before Theo woke up.

“Where are you going?” His voice was groggy and almost childlike. It melted (Y/N)’s heart and she turned around in shame.

Theo and (Y/N) found each other at a bar the night before. It was the first time they met since Sixth year, when they were potions partners and tried desperately to brush each other’s hand as many times as possible. (Y/N) remembered how he’d blush every time they touched, how that blush gave her butterflies as she thought of him as delightfully awkward.

Then the war bulldozed into their lives. Theo dropped out of Hogwarts and stayed in his mansion, not wanting to partake in any of it. His father was a death eater, everyone knew that. And even if he didn’t fight the good fight, (Y/N) was relieved not to see him cross to the dark side like Draco did. She, on the other hand, stayed in the school and opposed Voldemort. They never saw each other again.

Three years later, (Y/N)’s need to escape a terribly dull blind date and Theo’s desire to drown his loneliness with music and fire whiskey had them sitting side by side again. (Y/N) and Theo could probably count the amount of times they had spoken to each other with one hand. And yet, she remembered him as her first Hogwarts friend and he thought of her as a very close one. There was always this energy surrounding them. It made (Y/N)’s head spin and Theo’s convoluted mind turn to putty.

The kisses in the back of the bar didn’t come as a surprise to either of them. Neither did the question that lead them to his house. And the heavy petting, the intense make out, the fire whiskey consumed after the promise, the lips and hands lingering and traveling…they were all the natural course of something with no name or description that had started the first time they set foot on the Hogwarts express.

...

First years buzzed through the train in excitement. They talked over each other, got high on candy and agitation and walked from one compartment to the next in search of new people to befriend. The general enthusiasm of the first train ride infected even the most knowledgeable purebloods. All but one of them. A lonely first year by the name of Theodore Nott, too shy and self-conscious to engage with the other children, kept to himself in a carriage. He stared out the window, trying to mute the muffled laughter by taking in the scenery.

“Can I seat here? Every other compartment is full.”

Theo’s head snapped as he heard those words. They stared at each other for a minute. The newcomer, a girl who just a few minutes ago had echoed other kids’ laughter, found Theo striking. She liked the single brown curl falling on his forehead and his greenish-blue eyes that seemed to enclose too much sadness for eleven years of age. He looked like a melancholic cherub.

Too curious for her own good, (Y/N) wanted to know absolutely everything about this enigmatic boy that didn’t seem unfazed by the perspective of travelling to a magical school.

He nodded eagerly, prompting more curls to cover his face. She giggled softly as she made her way to the seat in front of him. Theo found her very pretty. He was suddenly very aware of how lame he must’ve seemed. Theo gulped, racking his brain for something to say and finding absolutely nothing. He hadn’t interacted with many kids his age and, to his absolute mortification, it showed.

“I am (Y/N). What is your name?” she asked sweetly.

“Theo,” he muttered so softly she couldn’t quite catch it.

They spent the rest of the train ride in silence. (Y/N) was a bit appalled. She thought about leaving in search of some more boisterous company to share her thrill with. She couldn’t, though. The stillness that engulfed them was enticing. It was certainly awkward, but also comfortable and even safe. It was as though they had built a sense of complicity in a matter of minutes. They sneaked glances at each other until the Hogwarts express reached its destination.

Only during the sorting did (Y/N) recognize her companion as Theodore Nott, a Slytherin and her first Hogwarts friend.

If someone had ever told her that years later she’d be wearing his button-down and nothing else as they giggled on his bed, she probably wouldn’t have understood what they meant. But here she was. A few months into their affair they had fallen into an easy routine. There were no rules and no particular agreements, but they both knew what they were and how people labelled what they had.

Friends with benefits weren’t meant to cuddle with each other after sex. They weren’t meant to be so tender and spend hours talking nonsense and caressing each other. They weren’t meant to have each other for dinner at least once a week or be seen together. And, more importantly, they weren’t meant to fall for each other.

(Y/N) wondered how long this would last as they laid on their sides, staring at each other. Not a sound came from their lips. He was giving her a sweet lopsided grin. The stillness that engulfed them was, once again, enticing. It was not awkward, but still felt comfortable and safe. They are accomplices now.

...

The Yule Ball was the most awaited event of fourth year. It was the night everyone would talk about for ages. (Y/N) arrived late and left early, as one does. She didn’t particularly enjoy the petty drama her friends were involved in, so she decided to leave the Great Hall in favour of some fresh air.

As she stepped on the courtyard, she expected anything but finding Theo Nott sitting on a bench. She approached without giving it much thought.

“Mind if I sit with you? Every other place is already taken,” she said humorously.

Theo smiled and made space for her. They sat in silence for a while, the complicity from the train somehow still intact. After a while of silence, he gathered all his courage and stood up. (Y/N) had a view of his very expensive looking suit, his hair with its usual curl covering his forehead, his eyes shining dangerously with something else than the usual melancholy.

“Would you dance with me, (Y/N)?” he asked, his voice showing a confidence he didn’t know he had.

(Y/N) was surprised he even knew her name. She stood up as well, flattered and also a bit embarrassed. “Shall we go back inside?”

He shook his head, the impish grin matching that glint in his eyes. “I never said anything about going back inside.”

(Y/N)’s knees buckled as he pulled her to his chest. They danced in the courtyard to the muffled sounds that came from the Great Hall. (Y/N) prided herself in being a decent dancer, but Theo was something else. He twirled her, guided her and taught her with great care. Mesmerized, she held onto him until there was no more music left and he insisted on walking her to her common room.

They walked side by side, his fingers barely touching the small of her back. They were, once again, enveloped in peaceful quietness, only interrupted by the clacking of her heels.

“Where did you learn to dance the mazurka?” she wondered aloud.

(Y/N) noticed how he puffed his chest. She could hear the smile in his voice when he said that his mum had taught him.

“She must be quite the dancer,” (Y/N) complemented, only to see the smile fading immediately.

“She was,” he whispered very softly, eyes fixed in some distant point in the horizon.

(Y/N) wanted to say something else, but nothing seemed appropriate. As they reached the common room, kissed the back of her hand before leaving to his dorm.

“What are you thinking about?” Theo murmured in her ear. She was sitting between his legs, her white sheets pooling around them. Before she could answer, he gently brushed her hair off her shoulder and placed kisses on the sensitive spot behind her ear.

She bit her lip to restrain a moan. This man had learned how to get a reaction from her. He now knew how to get her all worked up in a matter of seconds. She was not complaining one bit.

“I’m just remembering the Yule Ball,” she offered offhandedly.

He hummed pleasantly in response. “You know? Everyone made a fuss about how Hermione Granger looked like a princess that night. But you, darling, you looked like a queen.”

His voice sent shivers down her spine. She cursed every deity in the book because damn, Theodore Nott could be suave if he wanted to. (Y/N) smiled contently as he pulled her back to bed.

...

“So, Theodore,” said Pansy with mocking seriousness. He knew what was coming and was prepared to shrug it off. “When will you introduce us to your girlfriend?”

Blaise chuckled and Draco raised his eyebrows playfully. Theo wanted to roll his eyes playfully, but knew he would never pull it off, especially not after the last few months with (Y/N). He nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“She…she’s not my girlfriend,” he stammered.

“Oh! But there’s a she,” Blaise pointed out.

Theo looked away, wanting to facepalm himself hard. He hadn’t realized they were that obvious. But they were. And for some reason he didn’t care one bit. He just didn’t know how to be a boyfriend and didn’t want to hurt her (or himself…even further).

“What is it then? Are you just shagging?” Daphne said the word as though it burned her mouth.

“You know Daph, friends with benefits. All the advantages and none of the drama,” said Pansy as she put an arm around the blonde, “we should’ve tried that instead.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “As if you didn’t love to be my girlfriend, Pansy Marguerite Parkinson.”

Pansy smiled widely and kissed her girlfriend. Draco pretended to gag.

“Keep pretending that you’re not the biggest sap on the planet, Draco Lucius Malfoy,” teased Blaise.

Theo would’ve laughed at his friends’ antics, if only (Y/N) hadn’t come in to the bar. She was wearing that green dress she knew he adored. Her hair was up and she was wearing more make up than usual. She looked absolutely stunning.

As she took a seat at a nearby table, Theo remembered all those times he sneaked glances at her during their days at Hogwarts. She’d seat across the room, surrounded by people and laughing. And he’d admire her from afar, never daring to talk to her and only dedicating her soft smiles whenever they met in the hallways.

His friends seemed to realize the reason for his abstraction and they all eyed her curiously. (Y/N) suddenly stood up to greet somebody. Theo was taken aback when she hugged one of the Weasley twins, who took her in way too eagerly for his liking and kissed her cheek way too close to her lips. Theo had never considered himself a jealous person. Hell, he seldom showed emotions. But this he absolutely hated and didn’t bother do hide it.

The group of former Slytherins stared in awe as their friend slammed his fist on the table. He muttered a quick “sorry” and left the bar without saying goodbye.

...

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” he asked, not even bothering to hide the surprise and hurt from his voice or demeanour. Theo noticed how she had kept a safe distance between them, preferring to seat on an armchair rather than the by his side on the couch.

“Theo…” she tried to reason.

(Y/N) broke the most basic rule of a situation like theirs. She had completely fallen for him. She knew she was into him since the very first time she had woken up in his bed, but for a while she at least pretended she could enjoy it without getting hurt. Then, the casual hook ups turned into cuddle sessions and those turned into dates. Still, her stubbornness made her continue with the affair. She convinced herself she could live with it.

That was until Theo opened his heart to her. He realized he had found someone he could truly be vulnerable with and he let her into his heart. He told her about his childhood, about how he had seen his father assassinate his mother and the sadness that had never abandoned him afterwards. He told her he was never afraid of dementors because he felt he was always walking with one over his shoulder. They had cried together that night and she decided her heart couldn’t take it anymore.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked in defeat. He mentally kicked himself for being too much and not enough.

“Of course not. It’s not that Theo,” she mended quickly.

“Then what?”

(Y/N) took a deep breath. “I miss you when I wake up alone. I love cuddling and coddling you. I want you. All of you, Theo. I don’t just want to be your occasional hook up. I can’t do that anymore.”

She wrapped her arms around herself. Theo studied her for a minute, his intense gaze making her self-conscious.

“Don’t you realize I gravitate towards your company like you’re the only other person in the planet, (Y/N)?” he asked, suddenly feeling very dramatic.

She was frozen in her place. His face softened completely and lunged forward, kneeling in front of her and taking her face in his hands.

“Love,” he whispered, “this stopped being an occasional hook up a long time ago.”

She smiled at him sweetly. “Really?”

He nodded, his messy curls falling to his forehead just like he knew she liked it. “And…and I also want you. All of you,” he said triumphantly.

tags: @honeymarvel @rvnsclws @naomi02hook @the-hufflefluffwriter

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jawritter · 3 years

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Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 6,

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Field: Christmas Tree

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: Fluff, brief mention of past trauma, light angst.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 7 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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Snow, you had seriously never seen this much snow in your life. You were starting to think it was never going to stop snowing. It snowed all night long, finally slowing to light dusting somewhere around daybreak, and by the time you and Dean had pulled yourselves out of bed, it was evident no one was going anywhere until the snowplows came through to clear the roads, which could take a few days.

You were totally fine with the idea of hanging around the cabin today. It had been a busy week already. Dean had gone above and beyond what anyone had ever done for you already, and if today was just a day where you hugged out and did nothing, that was okay. Not every day had to be some grand adventure for you.

Dean, on the other hand, had been eyeing the cluster of small Canaan Firs on the back corner of the property all day. They were just big and full enough to make a small Christmas tree for the two of you. So, without much explanation other than, “get your coat and boots,” you followed Dean towards the little cluster of trees. The small ax he’d found in Baby’s trunk was swung over his shoulder as he trudged ahead of you through the almost kneed deep snow, making a path for you to easier walk in as he paved the way forward to his destination.

From a few paces back you could see the white flurries land on his broad shoulders as well as the back of his jacket and sock hat as he went, his large silhouette standing out in stark contrast to the snow as he pushed on forward through the unforgiving cold.

You could hear him humming along to a tune that you didn’t recognize as he turned over his shoulder giving you a little smirk while he watched you struggle to keep up with him through the deep snow. Being short wasn’t exactly working in your favor at the moment, and he paused, turning to fully face you with the ax still slung lazily over his shoulder much like he did his vampire machetes after a hunt.

“Need me to carry you Y/N/N,” he called sarcastically, and you childishly stuck your tongue out at him before answering.

“I’m doing just fine on my own Winchester!”

“Okay, Sweetheart, I was just offering since the snow is almost as tall as you are. I was afraid you’d fall into a drift and I wouldn’t be able to find you until the snow melted,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“You just worry about getting us a tree cut down and stop worrying about me,” you tell him, earning a deep chuckle from him as he turned and started to make his way toward the tree line again.

The sun was starting to go down, it was late but you and Dean both had been pretty lazy today. Doing nothing but watching Christmas movies, you pick this time, and eat as much artery-clogging food as you could manage since you didn’t have Sam the health nut breathing down your throat. The darkening sky overhead cast an almost postcard type feel to the scenery around you, but your gaze was on the back of Dean’s head as he hummed along his way.

He looked particularly smug with himself as he kept making his way towards his goal, still chuckling as your footsteps crunch along behind him. Your inner child was screaming at you to not let him get away with that. So reaching down as you went, you grabbed a handful of snow in your gloved hands and started to pound it into a ball.

Just as Dean turned to make another comment about you talking all day to catch up to him, you launched the snowball, hitting him squarely in his broad chest, laughing as he looked grumpily from you to the show that still clung to the outer layer of jacket that was on his body before a smile carved by the devil himself appeared on those pink, wind kissed lips of his.

“Oh Baby, it’s on now.”

Reaching down on the ground in front of him, Dean grabbed a handful of his own snow.

You turn to try and run back towards the house for safety, but it was no use, he was taller and faster than you were. Before you could even take three steps you were nailed in the back with a larger snowball, and Dean’s laugh echoed through the cold air around you as you staggered a little.

You quickly try to gather up another snowball, but Dean was faster, quickly launching another and barely missing you as you ducked lower to the ground.

Deciding to change your tactics a little, you charge at him, hurling two more snowballs in his directions. He rolled across the ground to escape them, laughing as you cursed and scrambled to gather up more snow.

“Oh, now you want to play dirty? Well, you shouldn’t write checks you can’t cash baby girl,” he growled playfully, looking up from his sprawled out position with his eyes almost glowing with a childlike excitement you had never seen in Dean before.

Without warning he jumped off the ground, running towards you at an impressive speed. The sudden change totally threw you, and all you could was stand there like an idiot for a moment before turning on your heels and bolting back in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, your pause was going to be your demise. Dean’s long legs carried him to you faster than you would have guessed possible, one long arm wrapping around your torso as the other grabbed a handful of fresh powder, dumping it down the back of your shirt and jacket.

You twist and try to get away from the cold, screaming and laughing until your lungs hurt. If anyone was watching they were surely going to think he was killing you. Both of you were laughing so hard at this point that Dean lost his footing, falling down on his backside and pulling you down with him, both of you lying there in the snow as you tried to catch your breath from your little snowball fight.

“Okay, truce?” Dean asked breathlessly, still smiling widely. The dim light of the winter evening casting the most gorgeous glow over the exposed skin of his face that you suddenly realized was very, very close to yours, and that you were still sitting on top of him.

For just a moment you contemplated revenge, but decided better of it, knowing Dean could turn the tables on you in an instant and suddenly have the upper hand again.

“Truce,” you agreed, slowly climbing off of him and helping him stand to his feet.

Dean kept up with your pace this time as you made your way towards the tree line, looking at the trees there. While all of them were full and beautiful, they were all a little too big up close to bring into the cabin.

“You know, there’s a box out in the woodshop labeled Christmas Stuff, bet there’s an artificial tree out there too,” Dean said, looking towards the shed that felt like it was a thousand miles away from you in the dimming light that stretched across the snow-covered lawn.

“You know, I bet you’re right, cause even if we get one of these bad boys cut we’d have to drag it all the way back up there,” you point out in a huff of white fog, and Dean nodded in agreement.

“Come on, hop up on my back and I’ll carry you there,” he offered as you gave him a shocked look. “Come on don't be stubborn.”

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly as Dean knelt down in front of you in the snow for you to wrap your arms around his neck while his gloved hands came to your thighs, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing at all.

It didn’t take him nearly as long as it would have taken the both of you walking to reach the woodshop, and as you slipped down from his back and turned on the light, you noticed the welding torch Dean had been using when he planned on taking the “big splash” still laying on the workbench and froze.

Dean noticed your hesitation and followed your gaze with his own before pulling a heavy and on his shoulder.

“Come on baby girl, let’s not dwell on the past okay? That’s not why we’re here.”

You knew he was right, but the thought of him out in the middle of the ocean, buried in a metal coffin, trapped with Michael terrified you to this day. In fact, you still had nightmares about it even if you would never tell him that.

You let Dean guide you to the back of the shed, quickly finding boxes of decorations and Christmas lights of all sorts, and finally a tree.

“Got it!” Dean yelled excited, producing a box marked “Christmas Tree,” and adding it to the growing pile of decorations on the ground.

“Great, let’s get it to the cabin, I’m freezing,” you tell him. You weren’t really all that cold, but wanting to get away from this room where he’d almost literally created his sealed fate. Dean picked up on your hurry, and nodded, grabbing the boxes he could along with the Christmas tree and following you back into the warmth that awaited in the cabin. You didn’t really take a breath until you were back in its warm enclosure.

Dean dropped his boxes on the ground, coming up and taking yours from you before slipping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight into him.

“You okay Y/N,” he asked after you finally returned his hug, holding on to him like he might disappear in front of you if you let him go.

“I’m fine,” you lie, but Dean saw through it, he knew you all too well, he knew that seeing that had bothered you even though you were trying to hide it.

“Hey,” letting go of you he pulled a glove free of his hand with his teeth and placed it to the side of your face, making you look up into his astonishing green eyes. “I’m still here, and I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon.”

You nod and lean your head into his chest as his fingers glide their way through your hair and calm your racing heart a little.

“Tell you what, that’s enough adventure for tonight. We can decorate tomorrow, right now I’m going to make you some Winchester Surprise for dinner and we can get drunk and prank call everyone that’s stone age enough to still have a number in the local phone book there.”

You hadn’t expected that, but the thought of Dean calling someone and asking them if their refrigerator was running had you cracking up in spite of yourself. Just like that, all the bad melted away as his lips pressed lightly to your forehead, and removed your jacket for you. Just like that, he chased away the bad memories again, leaving only a peace you had never felt until this moment in its wake.

Sure the two of you had both been through your share of hell, in Dean’s case literally, but you had never seen it until right then how much you needed him and how you weren’t willing to live without him. He was your person, and you just wished you could be his.

Even though the past tried to drag itself back up to haunt you, standing in the kitchen with Dean and helping him cook his favorite meal for the two of you felt so natural that you wouldn't have ended day 8 any other way. No matter what happened after Christmas was over, this memory would be your favorite of them all. Just you and Dean, being together in a rare slice of normal, what more could a hunter ask for?

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Lost in the Lights Ch.10|Brittana

A/N - Am I heartbroken about that embarrassment of a game I had to witness last week? Yes. Do I wanna talk about it? God, no LOL. Hopefully the McKinley Titans do a better job in the playoffs! Might even mess around and make QB!Britt’s Game Day playlist 🤷🏽‍♀️

Available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) & under the cut

Santana stomps her way over to Quinn’s locker and slams it shut in one big huff. Quinn looks up from packing her duffle bag, annoyed confusion written all over her face.

“Problem, Lopez?”

Santana continues to grimace but looks hesitantly around the locker room, her brows furrowed and her shoulders stiff. Her chest feels tight with everything she’s been holding in and she swears she’s about to burst at the seams if she doesn’t say something soon.

The squad filtered out minutes before and Brittany’s still practicing on the field with the Titans, but she can never be too sure. Someone’s always listening it seems and she can’t be burned a second time.

“Hello?” Quinn waves her hand at Santana, “Is there a reason that you’re going around slamming lockers?”

Santana can hear the annoyance in her tone but her facial expression says differently when their eyes finally meet. For as long as they’ve known each other, all it takes is one look to realized something deeper is going on.

Quinn softens, “Shit. What happened?”

Santana shakes her head and lets out the tiniest whimper, “I’m fucking this up.”

Quinn catches Santana just as she stars to slide down the lockers in trembling mess. She pushes Santana to sit on the bench instead.

Hot tears start to stream down Santana’s cheeks like the floodgates have finally opened. She hasn’t let herself feel the brunt of everything yet, not until now. It’s a little relieving, but it’s not enough.

“What are you talking about?” Quinn asks.

“I’m fucking this up.”

Quinn lets out a sigh but keeps holding Santana up as she continues to sob. Instead of pressuring her to talk, Quinn just let’s the girl cry it out first.

Once Santana has finally settled down some, Quinn hands her a couple tissues from the travel pack she keeps in her duffle. She eyes her wearily before trying to get an answer out of Santana again.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on now?”

Santana’s averts her gaze to the ground. Her jaw is set and her lips are sealed as she wipes the angry tears from her face.

The reluctance to talk has Quinn rolling her eyes.

“Don’t be stubborn. You’ve been in a bad mood all day then you go and do that,” Quinn gestures to her locker, “Just tell me. Is it about your dad? Is he giving you a hard time again?”

Santana shakes her head.

Quinn thinks, “Is this about JBI’s blog? Because I doubt anyone is believing a word he says after his whole tater tot conspiracy was a bust. He’s already lost a ton of followers, I think he’s just reaching now.”

“It’s not that.”

“Okay…then what is it?”

Santana lets out a deep sigh, “She just wanted to talk and I couldn’t even do that.”

“Brittany?” Quinn asks hesitantly.

Santana nods.

“What’d she want to talk about?”

Santana threads her fingers together and squeezes, “Us.”

Quinn looks confused, “And you couldn’t talk about that because…”

“Why do you think?” Santana grumbles, “Because I’m a goddamn coward, that’s why. She wanted to talk about us and what we were doing and I just – I couldn’t.”

Quinn sighs and starts to rub Santana’s back.

“I knew it was coming. She’s been wanting to talk for weeks now I think. I just – I did what I always do,” Santana admits, “I got in my head about it. I let that stupid little voice take over. I told her I didn’t feel the same way she did. I told her that I wasn’t looking for something serious.”

Quinn stays quiet as Santana continues to rant.

“I don’t know why the fuck I said that! I thought I was getting better at this. I thought I was making progress but I still ended up doing the same thing!” Santana adds, “I fucked this up and now she’s done with me, Q. I didn’t think she’d do it. I thought I’d have more time to figure everything out.”

“What’s there to figure out?” Quinn wonders.

“I don’t know,” Santana shrugs, “How to have a girlfriend when most of the student body here are assholes? How to have a relationship with someone that isn’t solely based on sex or how to boost my reputation? How to do any of this when my dad can barely look at me because I’m gay! How am I meant to be any good for her when I can barely look at myself sometimes? I’m ready and I’m not and that’s the worst fucking thing about this. I’m my own goddamn enemy.”

Quinn looks a little surprised by Santana’s honesty but she nods like she gets it.

Santana moves to hold her head in her hands. That might’ve been the first time she’s ever owned her sexuality so easily but she can’t even enjoy it right now.

“What do you want to do?” Quinn asks but Santana only shrugs again.

She’s been thinking about that all night and day, but there’s only one thing that keeps coming to mind and it isn’t really an answer. It’s more like a realization that’s probably been in the back of her mind for a long time now, maybe since the Homecoming dance.

She doesn’t know how it’ll help now. This isn’t some rom-com movie where all it takes is this grand gesture, a profession of her true feelings and all is right in the world. No, there’s real work to be done first and she hasn’t a clue where to start.

“I don’t want to lose her,” Santana replies softly.

“Well, fix it then?” Quinn suggests which earns her a disbelieving look, “What? You’re Santana Lopez, resident bad bitch of McKinley. You’re not supposed to be afraid of anything, yet here you are letting all of these fears push you around.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Santana, you literally just said – “

“I know what I said!” Santana snaps.

Quinn purses her lips but relaxes, “We’ve had this conversation so many times. When you don’t try, you let them win. You want that? You want these people to be the reason why you can’t go out on that field tomorrow night and kiss the girl that you love?”

Santana doesn’t even waver at the word, she just wonders how long Quinn’s known.

“No.”

“Well then…”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Sure it is.”

“Tell that to Kurt,” Santana huffs, “He gets a slushie facial on the regular. Remember that kid everyone thought he was dating? He was bullied so badly that he had to transfer schools! I can’t deal with that. If I get into one more fight, that’s it for me. Honestly, I don’t think I could handle going through the rest of this year dealing with that shit and I can’t drag her down with me. She’s so much better than this place and everyone in it.”

Quinn narrows her eyes, “Well for starters, Brittany put a stop to slushie facials. There hasn’t been an incident in months.”

“That you know of,” Santana replies, “The football team isn’t the only ones capable of throwing a slushie in my grill.”

“You act like you’re taking on the entire world by yourself,” Quinn argues, “You realize you don’t have to do that, right?”

Santana frowns, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re trying to protect her and that’s thoughtful and all, but did it ever occur to you that she doesn’t need it?” Quinn replies, “You keep putting yourself in this position, but you don’t have to be in it. You have more people than you know that are rooting for you. Lean on them because you don’t have to face these people alone.”

Santana laughs bitterly at that, “You and who else? My mom? You guys going to create a secret service to follow me around everywhere to make sure nothing happens to me?”

Quinn lets out a frustrated sigh, “Well what now then? You just going to let them dictate your life? Just like your dad?”

Santana’s jaw tightens at that. She knows Quinn struck that nerve on purpose and she both hates and loves her for that.

“You can’t compare yourself to Kurt,” Quinn adds, “What you’ve both gone through is different so you can’t use him as an excuse.”

“He doesn’t deserve the way people treat him,” Santana replies, “The way I’ve treated him.”

“And neither do you, but there will always be assholes wherever you go,” Quinn says, “The difference between you and him is that one of you isn’t going to let them win. One of you is still trying.”

Santana’s at a loss for words and they both fall into silence.

“You said you don’t want to lose her?” Quinn mentions a moment later, “Well it doesn’t look like that from where I’m standing.”

“I don’t want to lose her,” Santana reiterates.

“Then you should probably talk to her before you give her the wrong idea, genius.”

Santana shakes her head and lets out a bitter laugh, “You make it sound like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do.”

“It is.”

“Says the girl that has practically dated Mike Chang for months yet refused to put a label on it until two weeks ago!”

Quinn purses her lips at Santana’s outburst, “We didn’t put a label on it because Mike’s parents didn’t want him dating during his Senior year. It had nothing to do with what we wanted, but that’s not what we’re talking about. We’re talking about you and Brittany.”

Santana sucks in a breath to calm herself down. It’s like a quiet apology that only she and Quinn share after years of friendship. They just sit together for awhile in silence while Santana’s mind works through it all.

“I don’t do relationships, Q,” Santana admits softly.

“You have an excuse for everything,” Quinn laughs, “You don’t do them because you’ve been dating boys this whole time when you’re gay as hell.”

Santana smiles at that.

“Are you really considering stepping back in the closet just because you’re too afraid to go out of your comfort zone?” Quinn asks, “Because that’s the kind of message you’re sending.”

“I don’t know,” Santana huffs.

“Jesus,” Quinn groans as she goes to face Santana fully, “The answer is no. You’re not going to do that. You’re a fighter, Santana. I don’t know when you forgot that but you are.”

Santana sits a little straighter. She doesn’t know when she forgot either.

“We’ve been friends for so long and I’ve seen the difference in how you are with Brittany versus all the dumbass guys you’ve dated,” Quinn says, “It’s a good different and you deserve it. After all that bullshit you went through last year, you deserve to have someone too. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that before it gets through.”

Santana feels a different kind of loved, a kind that only longtime friends can share, as she takes in Quinn’s advice. There’s few people in her life that she can trust to give it to her straight and Quinn’s one of those people.

“You hear me, Lopez?” Quinn urges, “You deserve this and so help me God, if anyone tries to say anything to you or her I’ll – “

“Okay, okay,” Santana pauses her with a chuckle, “I get it.”

Quinn relaxes and gives her an encouraging smile, “Talk to her.”

“Tomorrow’s that big game or whatever,” Santana frowns, “I don’t want to be a distraction.”

“Then do it after?” Quinn suggests, “Whatever. The sooner the better though.”

That night, Santana paces her room trying to screw her head on straight. It’s pep talk after pep talk, anything to ease the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach. If she’s prepared well enough, then maybe it won’t be so scary to put her heart on the line like this?

At least, that’s what she’s trying to tell herself.

Tomorrow’s the final game of the Playoffs and she knows how important that is for Brittany, so she doesn’t want to cloud her concentration. She’ll keep to herself and leave Brittany be for now.

Santana decides that she’s going to approach Brittany after the game like Quinn suggested. Hopefully she’ll be in high spirits after a big win and Santana won’t have to compete with the blues of losing.

Who is Santana kidding? She knows that if anyone can take the Titans all the way, it’s Brittany.

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As Brittany returns home after her morning run, she’s surprised to see her mom up and about in the kitchen. She takes out her headphones and kicks off her sneakers just in time to hear her mom call out to her.

“Morning kiddo!” Whitney calls out cheerfully. She’s wearing her polka dotted apron and there’s a spatula in one hand, a frying pan in the other.

“Morning,” Brittany smiles as she ventures in. Her stomach grumbles at the smell of bacon, “You’re up early.”

“Got the day off today,” Whitney tells her, “Thought you could use a real breakfast to start off the day. It’s an important one.”

Brittany smiles before going to grab a water. She was hoping the run would help clear her head since her thoughts have been running a muck since her conversation with Santana in the locker room. It helped a little, but the brunette still lingered in the back of Brittany’s mind.

Santana was a mystery to her. A beautiful, frustrating mystery.

“Everything alright?” Whitney asks with her brows furrowed.

Brittany continues to stare off in space, “Totally.”

“Then maybe you should shut the fridge,” Whitney teases, “You’re letting out all the cold.”

Brittany snaps out of it and realizes that she’s just been standing there with her bottle in hand. She tries to laugh it off and fills her mouth with water before turning to watch Whitney cook.

She’s cracking eggs into a mixing bowl with one hand now, Brittany always thought that was so cool, but Whitney still looks at her skeptically.

“You nervous about the game today?” She asks.

Brittany has to think. She’s always a little nervous before a game, but those are good nerves and she’s use to those. The feeling inside her now though isn’t something she’s familiar with. She kind of feels suspended, still stuck in this limbo with Santana even though they’ve talked.

If you can even call it that.

Maybe that’s what it is? Nothing feels resolved, none of her questions have been answered. If anything, there’s even more of them! It’s not a good mindset going into the final game of the playoffs. She’s been trying to tell herself that all night, but it hasn’t seemed to work.

She’s hurt and a little disappointed by how everything turned out. She hasn’t liked someone so much before and it’s been so long since she has gotten attached to anyone. It’s hard having to be around Santana now; what is she supposed to do with all the little things she has learned about her? It seems wrong to throw them away, but she doesn’t know what the point is in keeping them.

She’s not gonna need them anyway at this rate, but that also makes her wonder. Was that it for them? A whirlwind two weeks then this? Is that all they are meant to be?

Call it crazy optimism but as much as Brittany wants to throw her hands up and call it quits, she can’t. She’s never been a quitter and this thing that pulls her and Santana together is too strong to ignore. She could barely go a day without speaking to her, let alone the rest of her time in Lima. Maybe she should try again, but that also opens her up to getting hurt a second time.

When she sees Whitney look up at her from the corner of her eye, she realizes she hasn’t answered yet.

“My head’s just full of other things right now,” Brittany admits as she plays with the latch on her water bottle, “It’s hard to concentrate.”

Whitney quirks her brow at that, “What’s going on?”

Brittany only shrugs.

“Boy drama?”

Brittany shakes her head.

“Girl drama?”

Brittany hesitates before shaking her head, “I don’t really want to talk about it yet.”

“Okay,” Whitney nods, “You aren’t in any trouble, right?”

Brittany smiles at that, “No, mom, I’m not in any trouble.”

“I’m just checking,” Whitney chuckles as she cracks the last egg into the bowl. She pauses for a moment before looking to Brittany, “Well kiddo, focus on one thing at a time. You don’t have to go solving all your problems at once, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I know I don’t need to tell you that,” Whitney adds, “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, but everyone needs a little reminder every now and then. Whatever it is, it’ll work out.”

Brittany feels a tiny spark of hope within her and nods, “One thing at a time.”

“Exactly,” Whitney winks, “Now go shower. Check on your brother too, these eggs won’t take long.”

Brittany decides one thing at a time means winning this game before anything else. Football is what she’s good at, it’s where she thrives and now is as good of a time as any to get back to that.

Being apart of the Titans and getting them this far was her first commitment when she came to McKinley and it’s only right that she sees it through.

It’s the last day before Thanksgiving break so a lot the students – and even some of the faculty – have already checked out. With it being a half day, classes are also on a shortened schedule on top of the Pep Rally at the end of the day. Most people are super excited for the game later; everyone’s decked out in their McKinley High spirit gear and the Titans walk around in their home jerseys.

Everyone offers Brittany and the Titans their luck too – everyone except for the Hockey Team. They just stare bitterly from the outskirts of the crowd where they will always stay if they continue to keep a losing record.

Brittany doesn’t pay any attention to them. She just attends her classes as normal and tries to avoid running into Santana for a second day. Thankfully, she has done a pretty good job of doing just that. She doesn’t even look her way in the cafeteria during lunch although she knows Santana’s there. Like always, she can feel her eyes on her but she doesn’t give in – not this time.

It’s always a different story when she gets to her last class of the day.

Ms. Holliday greets Brittany with a knowing smile as the quarterback enters the classroom. The English teacher is dressed in jeans and a McKinley Titans spirit shirt with her hair tied up with a frilly red and white scrunchie.

“Exciting day,” Ms. Holliday says.

Brittany nods, “Definitely.”

“You’re gonna crush it,” She replies with a pat on Brittany’s shoulder before handing her a worksheet.

Brittany heads to her usual seat, a little thankful that Santana isn’t there yet. She’s been anticipating this moment all day, wondering if it’ll be different than the day before.

Yesterday, they didn’t speak. They didn’t even look at each other. They just sat in a long uncomfortable silence until the bell rang and they both could get the hell out of there as fast as they could.

But Brittany feels different about today and she doesn’t know why.

She knows she should be focusing on the game ahead, but she won’t lie and say it’s easy to go another day without talking to Santana. She’s been the best part of her day for awhile now, it feels off to be without her – especially on Game Day.

Brittany shifts into gear as she sees Santana enter the room from the corner of her eye. She looks up and watches the Co-Captain near their table; her books are hugged to her chest but her eyes stay glued to the floor. It’s the same as yesterday and it has Brittany feeling a little deflated.

But it doesn’t last for long.

“Hi,” Santana whispers as she starts to get settled.

Brittany’s eyes widen and she’s so surprised by the unexpected greeting that she almost forgets to return it.

“Hey.”

“How are you today?”

Brittany tilts her head and smiles even though Santana misses it, “Good. Nervous, but good.”

“You don’t have anything to be nervous about,” Santana tells her like it’s fact, “You’ll be great.”

Brittany softens, “Thanks.”

Santana continues to busy herself with getting her materials out while Brittany patiently waits to see if something more will happen, but nothing does.

It’s another class of sitting in silence, but it feels different this time. It’s not as heavy as it felt yesterday and Brittany’s grateful for that. Really, Brittany just feels a little relieved as she watches Santana get dismissed early for the Pep Rally.

“I’ll see you later,” Santana says and it’s another surprise, “Good luck if I don’t.”

Brittany only smiles, “Thanks.”

The Pep Rally comes and goes and now it’s just a countdown until showtime. Brittany does everything she normally would in preparation for a game and even heads to the locker room early to get ready.

It’s different without Santana there, but it’s for the best.

The Titans need her all because this kind of game is about all or nothing. With a loss, that’s it for them. Their season’s over and for a lot of Seniors on the team, this is it. This is potentially the last game they ever play in their high school career and Brittany can’t have that on her conscience if she doesn’t give it her all.

She gets dressed to the sounds of her Game Day playlist which never fails to get her in the mood to kick some ass. With having the whole locker room to herself, it’s easy to get lost in the music as she continues to get ready. She makes sure she grabs her lucky towel and tucks it into the waistband of her pants before sliding on her left glove.

All that’s left now is a bit of eye black and her helmet before she’s ready to go.

When she and the Titans take to the field for the first time, the feeling is like no other. The crowd is a sea of red and white and it’s the loudest it has ever been. The team rips through the banner and pulses with unwavering determination.

They’re hungry for a win and they’ll take down anyone in their path.

Brittany can feel the roar of the spectators in her chest and pumps her fist in the air as she admires the packed stands. It’s one of the coldest nights so far in November but she feels warm beneath the stadium lights. She knows it won’t last long though and keeps her hands tucked in her handwarmer pouch as she makes her way to the Titans sidelines.

It’s kind of inevitable that she sees Santana and the Cheerios there too.

They’re facing the crowd and waving their pompoms as they call out cheers to get the crowd even more pumped. Santana and Quinn are front and center and Brittany can’t help but steal a glance in the brunette’s direction. It’s only a quick one – enough to catch the brilliant smile she wears – before players interrupt her view.

“Pierce!” Coach Beiste calls out, “Coin Toss.”

Brittany nods and jogs out onto the field with Mike and Matt to meet the referee and the Team Captain from Crawford County Day along with their two elected players. They shake hands and introduce themselves first before the Ref goes over their usual speech about sportsmanship.

Everyone agrees to do their part in keeping the game fair before the Ref asks the visiting team whether they want heads or tails.

“Heads,” The Team Captain calls out.

The Ref tosses the coin in the air.

Everyone watches it spin several times before it lands to the turf. They look to the ground and the Ref bends to call out the outcome.

“Tails!” He says before gesturing to the Titans, “Titans it is your call.”

“Defer,” Brittany replies, trying to keep the smirk from showing. Winning the toss is kind of like a good omen, but she’s not counting her lucky ducks just yet.

The Ref nods and announces the Titans’ decision before the players leave the field.

Crawford County Day’s special teams comes out and the Titans’ special teams does the same. Brittany hangs back by Coach Beiste as they watch Kurt kick the ball away, signaling the official start of the game.

They hadn’t played Crawford County since the early weeks of the season, back when Brittany was still working on her relationship with the team. It was a rough start back then, but the Titans were able to secure a win in the end. They’re in a much better place than they were so Brittany’s excited to see what this game offers.

Crawford County ends up being an even better competitor than Brittany thought.

It seems like the Titans weren’t the only ones working on their rhythm and communication since their last matchup. The Titans trail Crawford County by two touchdowns. It’s like every time they score, Brittany and the Titans aren’t that far behind with one of their own.

However, the Titans were shut down in their last drive and came up without any points.

It’s an offense-led game, but Brittany doesn’t like the idea of playing catch up all night. Not when there’s a Championship Game on the line. She wants to get into a better position going into the half because she knows they’ll be getting the ball afterwards. By then, she hopes it’ll be a blow out once again but she can only judge it one play at a time.

There’s still 6 minutes left in the first half which is a lot of time depending on what you can do with it, especially when you’ve got the ball – and right now, the Titans don’t. If Crawford County was smart, they’d waste as much time as possible so the Titans won’t have much to work with by the time they receive the ball again.

Judging by the current situation, Brittany thinks that’s exactly what they’re going to do.

“Shit,” Brittany mutters as she waits anxiously on the sidelines. She can faintly hear the Cheerios cheering and it makes her want to look over. She’s been doing well so far, why mess that up now?

Brittany doesn’t have a reason. She just looks over instead like it’s second nature.

And like always, Santana’s already looking back at her.

It’s cliché to say, but she steals Brittany’s breath away. She’s waving her pompoms and going through the motions, but her pretty brown eyes never leave Brittany’s.

There’s a hint of a smile on Santana’s lips, it’s barely there but Brittany knows it all too well. She knows all kinds of Santana’s smiles but this is the one she doesn’t see very often. The last time she saw it was the Homecoming bonfire. She can’t remember what they were talking about, but she definitely remembers the way Santana looked at her that night.

It has Brittany smiling back and for a moment it feels like it’s just them on the field. It makes her happy just as much as it makes her sad, because they could’ve been so great together.

“Damnit!” Coach Beiste curses when Crawford County gets another first down.

It jolts Brittany out of her staring contest with Santana and forces her head back into the game.

They need a miracle because at this rate, the Titans are going to be down by three coming out of the half. That’s not the worst scenario possible, but Brittany doesn’t need them getting ahead anymore than they already are.

She watches the ball get snapped and the opposing team’s QB drops back. He searches for a target and launches the ball downfield, but something miraculous happens – a Titan defender catches it.

The crowd goes crazy and the sidelines are even rowdier as Matt takes off with the intercepted ball. He zips through the other players until he’s ultimately dragged down by their quarterback of all people. They’re in great field position now and Brittany can’t be any happier.

“Do something with this, Pierce,” Coach Beiste tells her with a hard pat on her back.

“Yes Coach,” Brittany replies before tugging on her helmet and getting back out there.

The Titans are able to score once more before the half is called thanks to Matt’s interception. They leave the field in high spirits despite still being behind on the scoreboard by a single touchdown.

Well, most of the team is in high spirits.

“I don’t know why we can’t run the ball more!” Karofsky complains, “Lady Lips can’t catch for sh–“

“Hey!” Sam snaps.

“What?” Karofsky flinches at him, “It’s true.”

“It’s not.”

“You’re right,” Karofsky frowns as he turns to Brittany, “I thought you said you were taking us to the Championship?”

“You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink,” Brittany replies coolly.

“Did you just call me a damn horse?”

Brittany shakes her head, “I’m saying this is a team effort. I can only do so much. It helps no one by tearing each other down.”

“Your head is in the clouds and we can all see it,” Azimio says.

Brittany’s stunned, “What?”

“You’re distracted,” Karofsky answers, “You’ve been like that for awhile.”

“Shit, I would be too if I was hooking up with Lopez on the low,” Azimio mutters beneath his breath.

That puts Brittany over the edge and she’s rounding on him before she realizes it.

“You don’t know anything!” Brittany shoves at him so hard that he nearly falls off the bench. The amount of strength behind the shove shocks everyone because Azimio isn’t a small guy.

“Yo! Chill out!” Azimio pushes her away.

“Talk about her one more time,” Brittany shoves at his hands as Mike starts to pull her back, “I dare you. Talk about her one more time.”

“He was just talking shit,” Karofsky defends with a smirk, “But looks like he might be on to something.”

“That’s enough,” Coach Beiste says before looking warily at Brittany, “Easy, Pierce. Whatever that is, deal with it later.”

Brittany regains her composure while Azimio and Karofsky do the same.

“I give everything to this team,” Brittany states, “I put in extra time on the field. I show up early, I’m the last one to leave. Who else here takes that kind of initiative? I can’t do everything!”

Karofsky waves her off but that just makes Sam even more annoyed.

“You’re such an ass,” Sam tells him, “You’ve been holding up this team’s progress since Britt got here. Who knows if you really want to win this thing.”

“What are you yapping about now, Evans?” Karofsky rolls his eyes.

“You don’t put in the work!” Sam says, “Britt would’ve thrown at least three TD passes by now if she had more time in the pocket but you’re so crap at blocking!”

“What?” Karofsky scoffs, “Let’s count how many times she’s been sacked this game. Oh wait, you can’t because she hasn’t!”

“That’s not because of you!” Sam replies, “She’s slippery, she gets out on her own no thanks to you.”

“What about knockdowns?” Kurt asks, “There’s been a few of those.”

Sam nods, “Yeah, that too!”

“Maybe you just need to be faster?” Azimio cuts in, “All that Bieber hair is probably weighing you down.”

Brittany lets out a sigh as they all start to argue. One thing she hates about being on a team full of guys, their arguments are usually ridiculous and pointless.

“That’s stupid,” Sam grumbles as he fixes his shaggy hair, “Britt needs better protection from both of you. We can’t get downfield because you – “

“We’re doing our job!” Karofsky yells.

“Bullshit,” Puck grumbles, “We have to rely on the passing game because neither of you can create a gap in their D. I’ve been getting snuffed out all night!”

“That’s definitely not on me,” Azimio brushes off, “You couldn’t get yardage if you were the only one on the damn field!”

“The hell you say to me?” Puck snaps and lunges at Azimio.

“Hey!” Coach Beiste booms, “How about focusing on your own roles, huh? If anyone’s going to call out what’s going wrong with this team right now, it’s me. I’m the one coaching this team, not you so cut it out.”

Everyone quiets down but Karofsky continues to stew in his annoyance. It’s nothing new to Brittany, as soon as they’re down – no matter the amount they’re behind – Karofsky and Azimio never fail to complain. Instead of taking ownership, they point the finger at anyone else in the room and Brittany hates that.

“I don’t want to hear anymore of you blaming one another. Each and every one of you are responsible for the outcome of this game,” Coach says, “No one is above or below anyone. You share this load so you better be doing your part. If one of you fails, everyone does. You hear me?”

“Yes Coach,” The team says in unison.

“We might be behind right now, but we’re gaining on them,” Beiste says, “This team is in much better shape and they’re getting worn out. Keep at it and we’ll come out of this on top. You all know what to do, you’ve proved it time and time again. Stay focused. Just keep going, keep putting that pressure on them.”

Brittany inhales a calming breath. She’s done a good job of staying calm and cool under the pressure, she’s done a good job of not telling Azimio and Karofsky’s crap get to her, she can’t stop now. They’re so close to a victory, she can taste it.

Coach Beiste eyes everyone, her gaze steely with her fists resting on her hips. She looks larger than life in front of them, “This is your moment, Titans, take it!”

The Titans take to the field once more after halftime and Brittany remains optimistic about their situation. They’ll be starting the second half by receiving the ball, so it’s the perfect opportunity to tie things up. She tries to forget about the arguing and Karofsky and Azimio’s claims about Santana and get her head back in the game.

The Titans end up on thin ice after their opening drive of the third quarter is a bust.

Brittany was really banking on it to tie the score but Crawford County’s pass rush is too intense. She’s starting to see her O-Line getting worn down despite everyone thinking it would be Crawford County whose fatigue would start to show by now.

It’s been scoreless on both sides as the game clock continues to eat up the third quarter. The Titans are still a TD away from tying things up and Brittany really wants that to happen before they enter the fourth quarter.

They need a big play to get a new set of downs but like Puck said in the half, he’s been getting shut down all night. The first down is only a couple yards away and a running play would be perfect but it might as well be a mile against the re-energized defense.

They need something Crawford County wouldn’t expect, something sneaky.

So in the huddle, Brittany calls the play despite Coach’s detest. It was all or nothing, and this would be just enough to get momentum going again. They need a spark, something that would breathe life back into this team after the morale has been slowly chipped away.

This was the only way she knew how to do that.

“Peek-a-boo,” Brittany says and looks everyone in the eye to make sure they’re with her.

Her teammates look surprised but they nod.

“Alright,” Brittany nodded resolutely, “Titans on three. One…two…three!”

“Titans!” They yelled out in unison with a clap before getting back to the line of scrimmage.

Her heart was racing but this is exactly what she loves about the game. It’s all about the adrenaline and making every play count. She can do this.

Puck gets into position beside Brittany as she readies herself for the snap. Her eyes stay searching the defense for any movement, always scanning.

“Down…hut,” She says lowly. She watches her inflection and thanks her lucky stars that no one on her O-Line flinches, “Down…hut.”

Again, her O-Line are statues. She was hoping she could draw an offsides from the opposing team, but they don’t move either. She stomps her left foot and Puck changes positions, “Down…HUT!”

The ball is snapped perfectly and she quickly fakes the handoff to Puck before he charges to the left. Brittany watches the mob of players move along with him before she’s tucking the ball and taking off in the opposite direction. She just needs a few yards to get the first down and she runs like hell towards it.

She can see in her peripheral that Crawford County’s safety and corner have started to gain on her. Her feet move faster and she jolts her arm out in a stiff arm that connects with one of the players.

The corner tumbles to the ground but there’s still one more Brittany has to worry about. The safety wraps gives her a hard shove but she outstretches the ball in hopes that she can still land the first down before she falls out of bounds.

Brittany hits the turf hard and the ball pops out but she can hear the Ref’s whistle blowing. She glances up in time to see him signal the first down and suddenly her shoulder doesn’t hurt all that bad.

She hops up from the ground as her teammates rush her, but even in the swarm of red and white jerseys Brittany finds herself glancing to the sidelines where Santana looks visibly relieved. Her pompoms are clutched to her chest but when she sees that Brittany is okay, Santana narrows her eyes almost as if to say don’t do that again.

Even if things are weird between them right now, it’s still nice to know Santana worries about her. Brittany smirks though at the chastising look and mouths an apologetic, “I’m sorry.”

But Brittany isn’t, not really. The smile she wears after making an incredible play can probably be seen from space, but they’re not done yet.

“Hell yeah!” Puck shouts excitedly as he slaps Brittany’s on the helmet, “That was so awesome!”

“Let’s do something with this,” Brittany says as determined as ever before getting her team back to their new line of scrimmage. She calls the next play but she wants to keep this momentum going and calls out, “Hurry! Hurry!”

Mike and Sam are set up with Matt on the opposite side. Puck’s next to her again to offer extra coverage as the ball is snapped. She drops back and searches for an open receiver but the linebackers are quickly closing in. The more time she sits in the pocket, the bigger chance she has of someone on her team getting penalized for holding. She has to act now!

Suddenly Matt gets open and Brittany fires the ball into his open hands. It’s like a laser beam but he makes the catch and brings it into his chest before getting tackled to the turf. It was a nice grab for a good chunk of yardage, another first down.

“Let’s go!” Mike cheers as everyone gets back into position.

The clock continues to tick away but they’re in way better field position now, Brittany has to make something of it. The endzone is right there, if she can’t get a strike she’s going to be really disappointed in herself.

In the huddle, she calls a play that’s well-practiced amongst the receivers but the challenge is whether or not her receivers can put enough distance between them and their defenders. A pass like this could be easily picked off and if it does, that’ll be a big blow to the Titans’ morale.

“Down…” Brittany calls out as she readies for the snap, “Down, HUT!”

Similar to the play before, her receivers take off but instead of running up field they make quick slants in different directions. Brittany looks for the most promising target and fires towards them. This time it’s Mike and he leaps into the air to make the catch. The ball continues to stay secured in his arms as he drops back to the turf and heads for the endzone.

Brittany watches it all happen in slow motion. One step, two step, three step, SCORE!

The stands erupt in applause while the team celebrates. Brittany rushes down to join them and for the first time all quarter, she feels like she can recognize her team again. They head to their sidelines as the special team is brought out for the extra point.

While everyone watches and waits to see what Kurt can do, Brittany’s glancing to Santana again. At first, she’s looking at the kicking team too but then she turns to Brittany almost as if she could feel her watching.

Santana quirks her brow and tilts her head toward the field but Brittany keeps staring. Maybe that hit earlier has knocked a couple screw loose but Brittany can’t find it in her to look away. She’s been depriving herself for the past two days now and in this moment, while she’s surrounded by her teammates and she’s meant to be tuned into the game, she just wants to look at Santana.

And she knows she shouldn’t want to go over there and kiss her either, but she can’t help what her heart wants.

The crowd cheering again after Kurt’s kick is good is the only thing that breaks Brittany’s concentration. The Titans have now tied with Crawford County and there’s still a whole quarter left in the game. Everyone looks revived and Brittany has such a good feeling about what’s coming next once they get the ball back.

Halfway through the fourth quarter, the Titans lead by a field goal and they’re already closing in on another TD but again Crawford County’s D isn’t letting that happen so easily. They’re on third down and short but Karofsky’s already started up with his bullshit again after another pass was batted to the ground.

“I knew you’d choke,” Karofsky scolds after Brittany calls a timeout, “What the hell was that?”

Brittany shakes her head but continues to keep her cool, “It looked like they got the jump on you. Maybe you need to keep a better eye on your man.”

“I had my eye on him!”

Puck laughs, “I bet you did.”

Karofsky shoves at him and Puck shoves back. Matt quickly gets in between them and pushes them apart.

“You’re blowing this for us,” Karofsky claims as he glares at Brittany, “You were just all talk! Now that you’re here, you’re choking.”

Brittany frowns. She knows he’s just taking out his frustrations on her because she’s the leader of this team, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. She doesn’t usually believe a thing he says, but the more he runs his mouth the less she starts to believe in herself.

Is she blowing this for them? Should she be doing more? What more could she possibly do?

“How about you take some ownership?” Brittany says instead, “As soon as something doesn’t go our way, it’s my fault. Well, what about you? What are you doing to make this team work? What’s your contribution?”

“This is bullshit,” Karofsky growls as he takes a step closer to her.

Brittany doesn’t waver, “Yeah. It is.”

She just keeps her chin held high and her fists tight by her sides. She could go off right about now, unleash all the pent up feelings she has about him and his shitty attitude and the comments he’s made about Santana.

She could do it, but she won’t. For the sake of this team and for Santana, she won’t. She’s better than him and she can’t stoop to his level no matter how bad she wants to.

“It’s not her fault you’re outmatched,” Sam replies as he pushes Karofsky back to his side of the huddle.

“I’m getting tired of you always defending in her!” Azimio snaps.

“We’re a team, that’s what we do! We have each other’s back.”

Karofsky just shakes his head before Brittany takes back the huddle. She calls her next play and tries to rally a bit of support but she can see her O-Line is tired and it doesn’t help that Karofsky keeps making things negative.

“Let’s just focus here,” Brittany tells them, “One thing at a time.”

So Brittany and most of the Titans do just that.

It’s one play at a time, one touchdown, one win. That’s all they need to do to come out of this on top.

Brittany sets up another play action and has Puck get into position next to her. The ball is snapped and she fakes it to Puck but #87 for Crawford County is in her face in an instant. It happens a lot quicker than it usually does so she has to scramble. She tries to duck and dodge him while looking for someone to offload the ball, but then she’s blindsided by #99 coming in from the opposite side.

She’s hit hard once again and drops to the ground with two defenders wrapped around her. Miraculously, Brittany was able to hang onto the ball during that sack but she’s slow to get up.

Actually, she’s slow to even move.

#Lost in the Lights #Brittana #brittana fanfiction #fanfics

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The Divide and Return

Okay we goin day 13 strong and today I gift you with some Legend and Ravio non-platonic angst.

I said Legend instead of Link bc this has the other LU boys in it lmao.

Enjoy!

… hopefully…

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Link stood behind everyone as they walked to Lorule’s Sacred Realm. This was how Zelda and himself would go home but…

He looked over to a certain merchant.

That was why he didn’t want to leave.

Look, Link may hate to admit it. But he’d grown quite… attached to this boy.

He thought about this as he stood behind said boy, eyes basically boring holes into the back of his head as he remembered all the times he treated Ravio poorly.

Why couldn’t Hyrule’s hero express his emotions towards the boy? Why did he always push him away? Why? WHy? WHY?

Link didn’t know the answer.

“Quite ironic I have the triforce of courage and can’t even confess to this idiot.” Link thought, moving his head down to the floor.

“Please now, if you will give me your bracelet, Link.” Hilda said, reaching out for Link’s bracelet. This snapped the boy out of his trance-like state. He handed the bracelet over, sneaking a quick glance at Ravio as he did so.

Hilda took the bracelet carefully and approached the giant stone thingy in front of them. “I should be able to use the last of its power to send the both of you home to Hyrule.” She spoke.

Suddenly, Link’s hands were grasped by Ravio’s own.

“It’s been a pleasure, my friend. I got to meet a real, live, genuine hero.”

Link felt his face heat up and tried to look away. “Th-thanks, Rav.” He muttered.

Ravio…

Link’s friend.

Link’s only love interest.

Gone.

A whole world between the two.

After restoring the triforce and sealing the entrance too and from Lorule, Link brooded.

And sulked.

And cried.

And went through all five stages of grief.

This took weeks.

But Link finally accepted, no matter how much he loved Ravio…

They were divided.

Time skip to LU

Legend walked through a forest in his Hyrule. Was that always there? Who knows.

And yeah, his name is Legend now.

He was on a journey with eight other incarnations of the hero’s spirit. So basically, eight more of him.

It’s actually going a lot better than you’d think.

“Okay so basically, if we take a left here we should reach-”

“Link?”

That voice…

Out of everything he could’ve forgotten…

Why not his voice?

Legend felt his heart clench and he stood up straight. “I need you guys to leave.” Legend said, not turning to face anyone.

“Bu-”

“Sailor, just leave it.”

“That sounded harsh, captain.”

“Sorry, Twi”

Legend didn’t doubt that at least someone smirked during that conversation. He couldn’t check either, the words were exchanged as they left.

“Link?”

The voice again.

He loved to hear it.

But wanted so desperately for it to leave.

Legend ducked his head, hands in fists at his sides.

“Why did you never come back?” Legend asked. “I didn’t have magic.” “When did you come here?” “Like a week ago. Why are you asking so many questions?” Ravio asked. Legend turned further away from the boy’s voice. “Link! Look at me!” The boy paused and Legend could hear his voice break.

“Please.”

Legend felt his heart shatter. Ravio’s voice was barely a whisper as he pleaded for the hero’s attention. Said hero resulted in looking in Ravio’s direction, but still at the floor.

“I missed you.” Ravio said quietly. Legend scoffed. “It didn’t seem like it Ravio.” That’s right, Legend dropped the nickname. “I spent weeks and weeks, crying because I felt like I lost a part of me. I was home for months and months and I know it doesn’t take that long to get magic.” Legend looked up at Ravio, tears running down his cheeks silently.

“So what took this long?”

Ravio’s shoulders dropped. “Y-you really dropped the nickname? Wow.” His voice became more saddened and quiet as he spoke. Had he just lost Link?

“You do know that restoring the triforces closed the gateways right? I had to have an insane amount of magic to get here. I only came here once every six months because of that and Zelda always said you were busy.”

Six months?

Legend looked Ravio in the eyes as he thought for a bit.

Then it hit him.

“That fucking bitch.” He snarled. Legend was home all of those times except for one and that’s because he had met the other Links.

Legend looked up at Ravio.

“Alright well, Zelda’s an asshole but so am I. I’ve changed Rav, I’m not the same Link you once knew.”

“You called me Rav though.”

Shit.

“Force of habit.”

“You haven’t had to say it for three years.”

Who said he hadn’t?

Legend looked back at the floor.

“It was the only thing keeping me going.” He mumbled. “What?” Legend repeated what he said, but loud enough for Ravio to hear it.

The Lorulean turned scarlet but Legend didn’t see it.

“Better now than never.” Legend thought.

“I was- am in love with you Rav - goddesses I sound crazy. When the gateway closed-” Legend got choked up. “I was miserable. I sulked, I brooded, fuck me I even cried. I was crazy for you.” He looked Ravio in the eyes.

“But as time passed-” “So did hope.” Ravio had cut him off and he nodded in response.

“I tried so hard to forget you Rav but… anytime I saw something purple, something you gave me, or even a little white bird, I’d remember everything and it hurt.”

Suddenly he was engulfed in a hug.

It was soft…

Warm…

Ravio.

“I missed you too! I didn’t sleep properly for weeks because I wanted to see you again!” Ravio squeezed Legend a little and cried into the hero’s chest. Legend, in short, was shocked.

Ravio missed him…?

Legend wrapped his arms around the, slightly smaller, boy and squeezed back. “Y’know, I say I only cried for months…” Legend chuckled a little. “When things get hard, I sit and hug that dumb bunny plush you gave me until I get a chance to cry.”

“Good.” “Good?!? How is that good Rav?!?!” “You think of me.” Ravio smiled innocently. “Oh my god. Fuck off.”

“There he is!” Ravio said in a sing-song voice.

“Who-” Legend was cut off by a pair of lips on his.

They were tender, soft as they moved slowly. Legend leaned into it but it ended pretty soon.

“The Link I fell in love with has returned.” He cheered, wrapping his arms around Legend tighter.

Ravio was back.

Ravio...

Had returned.

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Hi, yes, this obviously wasn’t the original plan. They were meant to have a huge argument (nothing physical tho), one of them would confess - the other following suit.

And then Legend would have his heart broken.

Ik, I’m an asshole lol

Hope ya’ll enjoyed tho.

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tickly-trashcan · 4 years

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Tiger’s Revenge

A/N: i’ve had this need to write for dazushi again and i finally had a good idea! here’s the result i hope you guys like it lol

Summary: After Dazai comes up with a new method to get Atsushi to do his paperwork, Atsushi gets fed up with it and decides to exact his revenge!

Word Count: 1.4k (under the cut)

“Good morning, Atsushi dear!” Dazai said, placing a hand on Atsushi’s side and a kiss on his cheek as Atsushi’s breath hitched, Dazai grinning.

“G-Good morning, Dazai,” Atsushi murmured, twisting his body from Dazai’s hand, which easily followed him, still latched at his side.

“Say, Atsushi, I have some paperwork this morning but I’m a bit busy, do you think you could take care of it for me?” Dazai said, grinning, squeezing his hand as Atsushi let out a strangled huff.

“Dazai, I have a lot of paperwork already, just today could you -- Eep!” Atsushi let out a small squeak when Dazai started to wiggle his fingers around, sending sudden ticklish sensations up Atsushi’s body.

“Okay, okahahay, I’ll do your paperwork!” Atsushi giggled, swatting at Dazai’s hand that immediately retracted at Atsushi’s promise, instead wrapping his arms around Atsushi in a tight hug.

“Oh, Atsushi, you’re too kind!” Dazai pat Atsushi’s head quickly before trotting over to his desk, setting his feet upon it as he put on his headphones, humming right away to some old melody.

Atsushi sighed. It had been like this the past week since Atsushi had realized how Dazai was using him and Dazai had run out of excuses for Atsushi to do his paperwork for him, and instead resorted to threatening him with tickles. Atsushi shuddered when he remembered when Dazai had first used tickling as a threat, and how when Atsushi had said no he got tickled near death, in front of his fellow co-workers no less.

It had gotten tiring, everytime Dazai was too lazy to do something himself, he would creep a hand up Atsushi’s ribs or poke his side, and Atsushi was completely defenseless against it! With a grumble, Atsushi picked up Dazai’s stack of paperwork and set it on his own desk, immediately getting to work.

Atsushi completely engrossed himself in the reports, stapling papers together and writing things down as he worked, the whole time sending occasional glares at Dazai who was oblivious to the menacing looks he was getting.

The day finally wrapped up, and by the end of it, Atsushi was exhausted by the sheer amount of paperwork he had to do, thanks to Dazai. He grumbled to himself as he packed up his bag for the day, one of the last people in the office.

The last person except for Dazai.

Dazai whistled joyfully as he sat at his desk, scrolling through his phone for videos of cats and the like, and Atsushi felt anger bubble in his gut as he walked over to Dazai, standing right in front of his chair.

Dazai looked up at Atsushi with an innocent smile, that stupid smile that he always wore when he knew he was in trouble but still tried to play good boy. That was the final straw for Atsushi, it was time he finally exacted his revenge against Dazai.

“Do you… need something, dear?”

“Yeah, I think I do need something,” He said, glaring down at Dazai, who shrunk into his chair slightly at the menacing look on Atsushi’s face, chuckling nervously.

“What do you need-- Waah!”

Atsushi suddenly jumped on Dazai, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor, where they both wrestled for a few moments before Atsushi managed to straddle Dazai. They breathed heavily, Dazai huffing slightly.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting my revenge,” Atsushi growled, Dazai swallowing a sudden lump of fear in his throat as Atsushi raised his claw-like hands, before quickly descending on Dazai’s sides, making him jolt.

“Wh-What the hehell?” Dazai gasped, trying to hold back his laughter as he covered his mouth with one hand, the other swatting at Atsushi’s hands that now viciously scribbled around Dazai’s sides and tummy.

“This is what you get for making me do your paperwork!” Atsushi yelled, digging his fingers into Dazai’s tummy, Dazai choking out a laugh.

“I-It wasn’t that muhuhuch!” Dazai gasped out, trying to catch Atsushi’s hands, but they moved too quickly as they jumped from spot to spot, Dazai finally laughing loudly when Atsushi squeezed his bony hips, digging his thumb into the bone.

“Wasn’t that much, hm? Then why didn’t you do it yourself, you lazy bum!”

Atsushi was angry. He was sick of Dazai taking advantage of him, and this was his rightful justice.

Dazai grabbed onto Atsushi’s wrists, trying to pull away but it was no use. Atsushi was on a mission, and nothing could get in his way. He moved his deft fingers up to Dazai’s ribcage, prodding between the bones as Dazai cackled beneath him.

“Stohohohohop! I’m sorry, I’m sorrehehehehe!” He laughed, shaking his head from side to side as Atsushi continued his vicious attack, unrelenting as Dazai struggled weakly beneath him.

Atsushi didn’t care what Dazai was saying, he was gonna tickle him just as bad as he had done to him that first day, he was going to destroy him. He tightening his grip on Dazai with his legs to keep him from squirming as much, reaching a hand behind him to squeeze Dazai’s knee, which in turn caused Dazai to bark out a loud laugh.

“A-Atsushi! I cahahahahan’t breathe!”

Hearing this, Atsushi halted for a moment, giving Dazai a chance to catch his breath while Atsushi maintained his tight grip on Dazai’s hips, his hands resting on Dazai’s ribcage.

“Are you gonna make me do paperwork again?”

“N-Noho.”

“Are you gonna tickle me at work again?”

“...maybe not.”

Those simple words sealed Dazai’s doom, Atsushi activating his ability so his tail appeared, brushing against Dazai’s neck and jaw while he continued to scribble his fingers all over Dazai’s upper ribcage, driving him insane with laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAA, W-WAhahahait! Atsushi, nohoHOHO!” Dazai practically screamed, trying to defend his neck with his hands, but that cursed tail still managed to get all of Dazai’s worst spots, flicking around his clavicle before fluttering along his jawline.

Atsushi had never seen Dazai laugh like this, it was actually quite hypnotizing to watch. His hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, his eyes squeezed shut as his head shook, desperate to distract himself from the sensations in some sort of way, even though it barely worked at all.

Atsushi caught himself staring and he quickly shook his head. This was not the time!

Dazai continued to squirm under him, arching his back when Atsushi reached his highest rib, a loud wave of laughter escaping his lips as he shook his head.

“Okahahahay! Okay, I wohohohon’t!” Dazai whined, scrunching up his shoulders, Atsushi’s tail unrelenting.

“Won’t what, Dazai?”

“I wohohohon’t -- shit! I wohohon’t tickle you!” Dazai yelled, arching his back as Atsushi continued to prod deep into his upper ribs, vibrating his fingers between them.

Satisfied with Dazai’s promise, Atsushi retracted his tail and ceased his fingers, standing up and crossing his arms, grinning to himself as Dazai caught his breath.

“You’re gonna do your paperwork from now on? And no more tickles at work?” Atsushi demanded, tapping his foot cockily as Dazai managed to sit up, wheezing as he did so.

“N-No more,” Dazai said weakly, looking up at Atsushi with a smile. “Jeez, I never thought you’d be so vengeful over paperwork.”

Atsushi felt the tips of his ears warm, and he quickly began to sputter like a teapot.

“I-It’s your fault! I wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t so mean with the paperwork!” Atsushi huffed, slouching his back as he pouted.

Dazai laughed again, reaching a hand up to Atsushi, which he took, pulling Dazai up from the floor. Atsushi pulled Dazai up quite fast, and Dazai fell forward slightly on his way up, their noses touching briefly before Atsushi pulled back, blushing. Dazai smiled, pressing a quick peck on the tip of Atsushi’s nose which only made him blush more as he hid his face behind his hands.

“It’s getting late, should we head home?”

Atsushi nodded, following Dazai out of the agency building and down the sidewalk. They walked in silence to the dorms, just enjoying each others company before they finally arrived, Atsushi walking into Dazai’s dorm and kicking off his shoes, stretching his arms up with a sigh.

His arms quickly retracted down, however, when he felt two pairs of hands scribbling up his sides, forcing frantic laughter out of Atsushi.

“Hehehey, we said no tickling!” Atsushi gasped, Dazai smirking at him.

“No tickling at work, dearest, now laugh for me please!”

#dazai #atsushi #bungou stray dogs #dazushi

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renohasbigtits · 3 years

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Mpreg Ignis (FF15 Mpreg Headcanons)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Contains Mpreg (Male Pregnancy. Don’t like? Don’t read!)

(Side note: this takes place in the alternative Ending of Episode Ignis, 2 years after Noctis goes into the crystal. I know it’s ironic that I’m using a blind Ignis Gif but I thought it looked cute. Shut up!)

• This Man is very observant.

• he’ll noticed changes right away towards his body.

•like when he gets suddenly sick to certain smells, gaining some weight, even tho he works out regularly.

• however, it isn’t until he goes to the doctor, he is giving some news; he is Pregnant!

• at first, Ignis wanted the doctor to repeat themselves, thinking he heard them incorrectly but the doctor just smiled while replying with a “Congrats!”

• he usually isn’t lost for words but this was one of the few times.

• he tries to contact the person who he suspects is the baby’s other parent, but to no avail.

• he isn’t sure what to do at first. He wasn’t sure if he was ready since he has to prepare for Noctis’s return.

• but for awhile, he keeps it a secret. For now.

• around the estimated 5 week mark: he starts having morning sickness, and him still having terrible reactions to the smell of food, didn’t help much.

• he starts getting frustrated with the baby’s other parent, he really wanted to talk to them to figure out a plan for their unborn child but they never answered.

• Iggy’s “partner” was a serious hunter. They usually go on long missions. And by long? They mean MONTHS! But They still made time to call Ignis.

• He realized that he’s on his own for now.

• he now obviously, can’t hunt huge Daemons anymore, for his own personal and his unborn baby’s safety.

• he heads towards the doctor as much as he can, to check up on the baby. One time he hears the baby’s heart beat. He immediately falls in love hearing his future child’s heart beating.

• Now he wants to keep the baby. With or without his “partner”.

•around the estimated 6-7 week mark, he hears horrible news.

•his “partner” died in the middle of a touch battle with Daemons. Which is why he’s been unable to contact his “partner”. Ignis is devastated.

•He knows that he has to rise this baby. For his “partner”.

• some time around the 10 week mark; he notices that he’s growing a bump in his stomach. He couldn’t more happy knowing that his baby was growing.

• by this time, he’s already told the people close to him that he was expecting, everyone has had a very positive reaction and congratulate Iggy.

• When Prompto returns to Lestallum, Ignis tells him that he’s Pregnant. Prompto, either shocked or excited, probably both, passed out (rip lol)

• he promised Iggy’s that he would help me however he could. Ignis appreciate it.

• Prompto starts taking pictures of Ignis and his baby bump. True photographer at heart ❤️

• around the 11-12 week mark; Ignis asks Monica to help him, which she gladly accepts. She does the heavy stuff, since that is dangerous for Ignis, who is getting bigger.

• of course, Ignis has experienced cravings but tries his best to control his diet, as he often does. (tho if you ask me, he probably gave in but won’t admit it lmao)

• When Gladiolus arrives to see Ignis (already hearing the news that his friend, is Pregnant) Gladio had to look a few times to make sure he was seeing it correctly. his friends baby bump, much Ignis’s embarrassment.

• but other than that, he is really supportive and promises to help Ignis. (Let’s skip a little shall we? xDDDD)

• around the 20-21 week mark; Ignis felt his baby kick for the first time, tho a little uncomfortable, he already feels like he’s close to his baby.

•By this time, Ignis no longer hunts, not just because he’s getting bigger, but because he was tired.

• Ignis was getting more tired, not moving as much since when he did it felt d r a i n i n g.

• on the bright side, he wasn’t getting sick as much.

• Gladio and Prompto helped bring in some gil (Praise these boys)

•around the 28-30 mark, Ignis was getting more excited about his baby’s arrival. (sorry that was short lol)

• lris bought many cute baby clothes and even helped decorate the baby’s room. Tho it was small, it was beautiful.

•Oddly, Ignis didn’t want to know the gender til after it was born. He wanted to be “surprised” as he puts it. 𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 -_-

•Ignis also has become more motherly around Talcott and other kid’s for that matter. (at this point he doesn’t give a f u c k about the mom comments anymore)

• Bitch he’s a MOTHER! NO DRAMA! 🤏🙄

• One thing everyone around Ignis can agree on is that; Ignis has become more Moody. Not much in rudeness (I mean have you met Ignis?) Just irritability.

•around the 35 week mark; Prompto managed to convince Ignis to do a maternity shoot (ooooo)

• tho Ignis pretended to be irritated, he actually was enjoying it. The pictures turned out adorable. Ignis privately asked Prompto for physical copies for the pics.

• 37 mark; 9 Months Pregnant. He was almost there! Of course, he can’t physically give birth, at 39 weeks, there going to be a planned c-section.

• when asked if there was any baby names, Ignis replied, “My lips are sealed.” ( ͡° ��ʖ ͡°) 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 👁 👄 👁

• 38 weeks (yeah I’ve pretty much gave up at this point); Ignis felt some minor pain. Eh he’s felt worse (literally!) but as time goes on, the pain worsen.�� it got to the point where Ignis started taking deep breath’s.

•A week early, Ignis was in labor!!! (weeeeeeee wwoooooooooooo 🚑)

• Monica, seeing Ignis bend over for support knew it was time. Rushed him immediately to the hospital.

• several hours later (am I annoying you guys get with my puns yet?)

• A baby girl was born! (You change it if you want to but I really want it to be a girl 🥺 👉👈)

•The baby didn’t really look like Ignis, she looked a lot like her other parent who, sadly she’ll never meet.

•holding her for the first time, Ignis teared up, holding his little angel in his arms.

• “it’s you and me against the world.” Ignis whispered in his daughters ears.

• A week later, Ignis finally got to take his daughter home.

• Boy, people really fell in love with her.

•cid was basically a great-grandfather xD

•Prompto...Aww prompto was basically cooing her. Taking as much pics of her. (BEST.UNCLE.EVER)

• 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰

• (and you bet he’s gonna bring the baby every time he’s going to see Cindy wink wink)

•Gladio, jokingly replied that they now have “another Ignis around.” While lris happy that it was girl. (she needs friends but so do I)

•About that Comment Gladio made, he honestly wasn’t far from the truth.

• As she got older, she was quiet and reserved but extremely clingy to Ignis.

• As he looked at her, Ignis couldn’t help but feel like he was looking at his former partner all over again. He truly misses them.

• Oddly Ravus really grew to love the child and The child grew to love him. She constantly asking Ignis “When’s Uncle Ravus coming?”

•Ravus became more playful and Calm. Maybe she reminds him of Luna.

• ........

•........

•.......

• Year’s Later, When Noctis came back and brought back the light, and survived, Ignis knew he had to get them to meet.

• When Noctis met his 8-year old Niece, he teared up. He felt so guilty for missing out on so much of her life.

• Ignis, now working full-time at the Citadel, has to take his daughter to work with him, by Noctis request, so he could spend some time with her.

•Ignis felt a like proud Mother.

(Sorry that it got cheesy at the end, I was having too much fun 😅 I hope you guys like it! I’m suprised that there isn’t really any Mpreg Ignis. Maybe because he’s hard to write? Idk. But hey! If you want something done right you Gotta do it yourself!)

Also please be nice about it in the comments this is my first Mpreg headcanon 🥺👉👈 (constructive feedback is welcome obviously)

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minghaocouture · 4 years

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Wednesday, again?

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun X Reader Genre: Comedy, Light Fluff, Soulmate AU Waring: Suggestive themes, drinking, mentions of one night stands WC: 2k+ Tag List: @princessthotty @tleeee @samemagicpoint

Prompt: If you haven’t met your soulmate but have been in the same vicinity of each other (like passing each other on a street or in the same building), that day will keep repeating until you find each other.

A/N: ngl i had a lot of fun writing this, i usually don’t write suggestive stuff so i’m sorry if that part seems a bit brushed over lol. I hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Growing up, you were a big fan of soulmates. After all, your parents were soulmates and so were their parents, it was a magical thing to think about. That there was one person out there who was just...meant for you!

But as you grew, you never found your connection. Some people had timers, others had strings, some had words, but you had nothing. Nothing to point you in the direction of your intended. It was disheartening.

You did your best to stay optimistic, after all some people didn’t get their soulmark until they were 18 or even 20, but you could always feel that lingering fear in the back of your mind.

Now here you were, in your mid twenties and in college, yet not sign of a soulmate or any kind of soulmark. At least until now.

“I swear to God if I have to sit through this lecture one more time I will legit fight someone.” You muttered, clinging onto your best friend, Handong, as she dragged you inside the classroom, laughing as she did. Obviously she wasn’t nearly as irritated as you.

After all this was going to be her first time dealing with this lecture, meanwhile you were on your...twelfth replay?

Sure twelve didn’t seem like much when it was just a lecture but this was the twelfth time you had experienced this day, down to the smallest detail...everything was the same. Almost two weeks of nothing really changing was starting to drive you crazy. At first, you would explain what was happening to Handong, telling her everyday that you were repeating everything. The two of you had eventually figured out that it was your soulmark, and so you set out to find whoever your soulmate might be in hopes of ending the loop. After a week with no results, you stopped telling her about your situation.

So now here you were, sitting in your lecture hall...getting ready to listen to your professor drone on and on about history. You had to admit that Professor Byun was hot and funny, but not one was hot or funny enough to make you okay with this.

Taking your usual seat, you dropped your head onto your desk fully prepared to sleep your way through this lecture. That was the best thing about being stuck in the same day, the trouble you got into only lasted for that day. Everything would reset again tomorrow.

“Are you going to Jooheon’s party tomorrow? I heard that DJ H.One is gonna make an appearance!”

Of course, you unfortunately already knew this. You’d tried going to the party a few times during your repeats, but nothing ever came of it. Okay that’s a lie, you got to make out with the hot DJ, so there was that, but nothing soulmate wise happened.

“ ‘m not going.” Your voice muffled as you refused to remove your head from the table to look at her. You could practically feel her pouting as she stared at your slumped over frame.

“Well, now you’re not getting a choice. I’ll drag you there if I have to!” She declared. You heard rustling as she pulled out her supplies, getting ready to take notes for the day. “I really don’t get what’s up with you today. You were fine yesterday, did you just sleep wrong or something?”

“Today, yesterday, tomorrow. All the same thing.”

Before she could question you, the door slammed shut, signalling the entrance of Professor Byun and the start of your lecture for the day.

***

“I can not believe you actually dragged me here.” You groaned, downing a shot of alcohol and fixing your best friend with a pointed glare. Once again, nothing had changed here. The guests were the exact same ones you had seen every other time you had come to this obscenely crowded party.

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer. If it had been any other day you probably would have freaked out, but this hadn’t changed either, so you didn’t even flinch at the unknown arm around you.

“Please get your arm off me, Minhyuk.” You muttered, eyes not bothering to turn to face the male to your side, not even as you heard Handong greet him as well.

Minhyuk was a good guy, sometimes a little loud but overall a good guy. You had a few classes with him back in high school and just so happened to enroll in the same college, so he was probably the closest you had to a childhood friend.

And he was obviously already very drunk.

He leaned further towards you, causing you to stumble a bit because of his weight, before he began going into the same whining spiel he went into every time you were dragged to this party. Handong’s attention was always enough to satisfy him, so you just tuned him out and continued to watch the rest of the room. Debating on if you were gonna try and make out with the DJ again, he was a good kisser at least.

Glancing across the room towards the small set up that this dude, you think his name was actually Hyungwon, was chatting it up with a dude you didn’t quite recognize. Which was...strange, at this point you didn’t think that was possible since everything would play out the same everyday and...nothing had changed today. Except for this guy that was now talking to the cute DJ.

Shaking Minhyuk’s arm off of your shoulders and ignoring his whines of protest as you left, making a beeline for the other side of the room. The new guy didn’t really look like he was here for a party, what with his rather soft looking sweater and fluffy brown hair.

Once you got close enough, Hyungwon fixed you with a rather bored look.

“I don’t take-”

“Requests, yeah I know.” Cutting him off, you focused your attention on the new guy. Upon closer inspection he was pretty short, especially compared to Hyungwon who was basically a walking string bean. You couldn’t lie, he was definitely handsome though.

“Who are you?” It was probably a rude way of asking but, this dude wouldn’t remember this tomorrow...well today, once tomorrow was today again. Once that happened, how you spoke today wouldn’t matter.

The male stared at you, looking almost baffled as he did so and you noticed light bags under his eyes, a sign that this guy probably wasn’t sleeping properly. Sucks that he was stuck like this, at least he was unaware that he was trapped in this annoyingly never ending time loop because of you and your stupid soulmate. After a second or so the male turned his head to check and see if there was anyone behind him that you could have possibly been talking to, the look of utter confusion still on his face.

“Are you talking to me?” He questioned once his gaze returned to you. You noticed that he was now adjusting so that he stood a bit taller, probably attempting to seem more intimidating as he stared you down.

“Yeah, i already met that one,” pointing your thumb towards Hyungwon, who wasn’t really paying attention to either of you anymore. “You’re new though.”

“Say you, this is my house. So I’m pretty sure you would be considered the new one here.” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. You weren’t too sure, but it almost felt like he was sizing you up. You had to stop yourself from snorting in laughter at the almost incredulous look on his face.

“Well I’ve never seen you before, sooo you’re new.”

“He’s a homebody who hides in his room during parties.” The two of you glanced over at Hyungwon, who had decided to speak up once again. The shorter male let out a gasp of indignation, and almost looked like he was about to stomp his foot. “Now can you two take your flirting away from my set up? You’re killing my vibe.”

Now that hand you bursting at the seams, holding your stomach as the other male yelled at Hyungwon, something about respecting his elders and such. Hyungwon seemed pretty unbothered by it and just grinned a bit, making a shooing motion with his hands before he returned his attention to his set up.

“You heard the man, let’s go hamster boy.” You reached over and grabbed his forearm and began dragging the male towards the kitchen, where you might be able to talk to him in private.

“H-Hamster?!”

“Yeah your cheeks puffed up like one when you got angry. It was cute.”

Since you weren’t facing him, you couldn’t see his reaction to your statement but you definitely heard the loud exclamation of denial from him. This prompted another round of laughter from you.

Entering the kitchen, you released his arm and grabbed one of the still sealed bottles of liquor (better safe than roofied) and poured a glass for the two of you, introducing yourself as you handed him the cup.

“Kihyun.” he returned the introduction as he took the glass, giving it almost a dirty look before he took a long swig of it.

That’s how it all started. Turns out the two of you...well were complete opposites, but despite this you actually hit it off pretty well. He was just easy to talk to, even when he was nagging you to get off the counter when you had decided to take a seat there.

As the drinks ran, the night blurred, but you didn’t care. You would wake up tomorrow, sober and lacking a hangover, in your own bed. Just like you had been doing for the past two weeks. This thought was probably why you found yourself making out with the man, his lips plush and malleable against your own and the noises he made were sinfully delicious.

***

A loud scream.

That was what woke you up today, not your usual class alarm...but a human scream. You winced, head throbbing as you tried to figure out what exactly was going on. Things hadn’t changed since these loops started, so why would they switch up now?...Unless.

Your eyes snapped open and you forced yourself to sit up, which was a bad idea as you felt a wave of nausea hit you. Glancing around, you noticed that this was...definitely not your room. Needless to say, you were confused.

As you looked around you found the source of the loud scream was none other than Kihyun, basically naked. If you were more awake you would probably be freaking out just as he currently was, but you were exhausted and your head was pounding.

“What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers as he stared at you. The noise level causes you to wince, clutching your head at the hangover.

“Well...that’s what I’m trying to figure out.” You retorted, looking around a bit and trying to find your phone as you ignored the babbling from Kihyun. Thankfully it was on the dresser next to you, checking the time you saw it was around noon and you were definitely late for your class, but what really hit you was the date.

“It’s...thursday? Wait, but it’s supposed to still be Wednesday,” You muttered, more to yourself than to Kihyun.

“Excuse me??” Glancing back over at Kihyun, you were surprised by the sudden change of attitude but you were definitely grateful for the softer tone of voice. “It can’t be thursday, it’s been wednesday for almost two weeks now!”

Now it was your turn to be baffled, well more than you already were.

“You know that it was wednesday for two weeks?!”

“Yes! It was hell having to deal with that stupid party for this long!” Your heart practically stopped at those words, things connecting as best as they could in your current state.

“Did...Did I have a drunken one night stand with my fucking soulmate?”

If there was a list, for the worst ways to find out your soulmate. Then this moment would definitely be at the top of that list.

***

“That is actually disgusting. I can’t believe you two are my parents.” You laughed as your daughter fake gagged at your words.

“Hey don’t complain, I didn’t tell you all the details like I did with your Auntie Handong. I spared you because you’re my kid. Remember that,” You joked, wrapping your arm around the young girl’s shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. Kihyun laughing from his spot on the couch as he watched the two of you, calling across the room.

“Now hurry and go get dressed. Your timer is almost out, and you wanna make a better first impression than they did.”

“You are never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Nope, never.”

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